【歌詞翻訳・意味解説】Florida Georgia Line/フロリダ・ジョージア・ライン Dirt/ダート【歌詞翻訳・意味解説】

アメリカン・ルーツ・サウンドの男性デュオグループ。
メンバーは、ジョージア州出身の「タイラー・ハバード」とフロリダ州出身の「ブライアン・ケリー」。
グループ名は、メンバーの出身地から命名しているとの説もある。

2013年デビュー･シングル”Cruise”をリリースし、ビルボードカントリー･チャートのトップをさらってしまう鮮烈なデビューを飾った。

以前彼らの『This Is How We Roll』を取り上げたことがあったのですが、そちらはカントリーとヒップホップを合わせたような感じのものでしたた。
それがあったので、今回も「YOLO (You Live Only Once) 人生は一度きりやりたいことやったもん勝ち」的な曲だと思っていたのですが、実際は人生を歌った正統派のカントリー・ソングでした。

(I’ll tell you something. 1968 was just another year the fields needed tilling and there wasn’t enough rain. But it was the first year Rosie started bringing my lunch out to the field every day.)

You get your hands in it
Plant your roots in it
Dusty head lights dance with your boots in it (dirt)
You write your name on it
Spin your tires on it
Build your corn field, whiskey
Bonfires on it (dirt)
You bet your life on it (yeah)

[Chorus]
It’s that elm shade red rust clay
You grew up on
That plowed up ground
That your dad
Damned his luck on
That post game party field
You circle up on
And when it rains
You get stuck on
Drift a cloud back
Behind county roads
That you run up
The mud on her jeans
That she peeled off
And hung up
Her blue eyed
Summer time smile
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
A 10 percent down *
White picket fence house on this dirt

(Rosie and I had five children. One died at birth. They were tough times, tough years, but we did okay.)

You’ve mixed some sweat with it
Taken a shovel to it
You’ve stuck some crosses and some painted **
Goal posts through it
You know you came from it
And some day you’ll return to

[Chorus]
This elm shade red rust clay
You grew up on
That plowed up ground
That your dad
Damned his luck on
That post game party field
You circle up on
And when it rains
You get stuck on
Drift a cloud back
Behind county roads
That you run up
The mud on her jeans
That she peeled off
And hung up
Her blue eyed
Summer time smile
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
A 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt

(I asked Rosie one time if she wanted to travel and see the world. “No”, she said, “the world comes right to my window, every day, even if it is broken.”)

(dirt, dirt, dirt)

You know you came from it (dirt)

And some day you’ll return to
This elm shade red rust clay
You grew up on
That plowed up ground
That your dad
Damned his luck on
That post game party field
You circle up on
And when it rains
You get stuck on
Drift a cloud back
Behind county roads
That you run up
The mud on her jeans
That she peeled off
And hung up
Her blue eyed
Summer time smile
Looks so good that it hurts
Makes you wanna build
A 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt

Makes you wanna build
A 10 percent down
White picket fence house on this dirt

(See, Rosie was right about two things. You don’t have to see the world to be worldly. Just raise good children, bake good enough pies, and the world’ll come right to your window. She was right about something else, too. I built that baseball diamond way too close to the kitchen.)

You know you came from it
And some day you’ll return to it