Lyrics:

I met your mama when I was sixteen
You couldn't have been anymore than three


She caught me stealing yall's color TV


She called the cops and they arrested me

She was the wildest thing I'd ever seen

The way she pointed that shotgun at me


The police hauled my ass off to jail
Your mama signed the trailer to help make the bail





She picked me up and drove me home
Said “I'll learn you not to roam?

Green green grass under my feet

But all I can think about's the dirt underneath



Bulldozers and dirt Bulldozers and dirt

Behind the trailer, my desert

I get my rocks off, bulldozers and dirt
Them red clay piles are heaven on earth






I got a pickup that's up on blocks

And I'm up to my ass in debt and hock

And I can't get the red stains off of my socks
And I can't get you off of my mind




I've lived with your mama for eleven years

Through good times, and bad times, fist fights and tears

But something comes over me when you come near



So won't you come over and sip on this beer
Bulldozers and dirt Bulldozers and dirt

Behind the trailer, my desert


I don't mean no harm, I just like to flirt

But most of all I like bulldozers and dirt



Most of all I like bulldozers and dirt






Lyrics by Patterson Hood
Music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, and Sell)