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Rainy night, Carolina
Wasn't lookin' to stay too long
Heard the door slam behind ya
Asked me for a drink and for a song
Well, I, I guess ya heard
Heard about the lies that people share
Mostly they're untrue
But you should be prepared
I got dirt underneath my feet
Don't believe all that ya hear
And half of what you read
'Bout that dirt you might've heard 'bout me
Nobody walks through hell alone
And comes back lookin' clean
Everybody got dirt
Everybody got dirt
There's a place called disappointment
We've all hung our hats a time or two
We can't see, don't know for certain
Is heartache hangin' round in every room?
So just before ya go
And start to wonder what I am to you
I got dirt underneath my feet
Don't believe all that ya hear
Half of what you read
'Bout that dirt you might've heard 'bout me
Nobody walks through hell alone
And comes back lookin' clean
Everybody got dirt
Everybody got dirt
Everybody got dirt
Everybody got dirt
So lay down, babe, let's wait and see
If I want you, and you want me
Come the morning, you'll know the truth
You can choose what to believe
'Bout that dirt underneath my feet
Don't believe all that you hear
Half of what you read
'Bout that dirt you might've heard 'bout me
Nobody walks through hell alone
And comes back looking clean
Everybody got dirt
Everybody got dirt
Everybody got dirt
Everybody got dirt

Songwriters: Jamie Hartman / Marcus King / Nick Monson