Bulldozers and Dirt Drive-By Truckers

Bulldozers and dirt, bulldozers and dirt
What's your mama got hidden up her shirt
I like to play and I like to work
But most of all I like bulldozers and dirt

I met your mama when I was nineteen
You couldn't have been any more than three
She caught me stealing y'all'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 dessert
Them red clay piles are heaven on earth
I get my rocks off bulldozers and dirt

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