Intro: C

CThey came in thinkinʼ top dollar
EmTo that old cotton crop farmer
FThey knocked on his screen door and he said
«Lord, what you Cneed, boys?» And they said

«CYou know all the others went and cashed out
EmThey got the subdivision all mapped out
FItʼll sit right here on this land
And you can leave town a Crich man»

And he said, «GBoys, whatever youʼre offerinʼ
It wonʼt be eFnough

Chorus:
    ʼCause I got Ca little girl that used to swing right there
    EmI still see her pink bow in her brown hair
    FSheʼs in the big city, but she still calls home

Whatʼs she gonna do if she comes back and weʼre gone?

    CAnd over there, under that wide oak tree
    EmBeneath the cross is where my best buddyʼs buried
    FIt lasted thirteen huntinʼ season runninʼ strong

Keep your money ʼcause a man canʼt leave his dog

    AmAnd over there is where I Ggot down on one Fknee
    You canʼt Fbuy that Gkind of dirt Ccheap»

COne man smiled and he kinda looked away
The other Emsaid, «Before we go, I gotta know one thing
Between thr Fdroughts and the floods through all the years

What in the world got you through?

How the hellʼd you get here?» And he said

Chorus:
    «CThat little girl that used to swing right there
    EmI still see her pink bow in her brown hair
    FRunninʼ up after one of them long days

A big smile makinʼ every litttle worry fade

    CAnd over there, under that wide oak tree
    EmBeneath the cross where my best buddyʼs buried
    FAll them huntinʼ seasons freezinʼ in a Jon boat

Me and him, double-barrel and a two-stroke

    AmAnd that woman that said ʼyesʼ Gwhen I got down on Fone knee
    Yeah you canʼt Fbuy that Gkind of dirt Ccheap»

Bridge:
    No, it ainʼt Amsomethinʼ you fall into
    Itʼs Gsomethinʼ God gives you
    FAnd you hold on to

Chorus:
    Just like Cthat little girl that used to swing right there
    EmStill see her pink bow in her brown hair
    Sheʼs in the Fbig city now, but she still calls home

Sheʼs cominʼ back next week and, man, itʼs been too long

    CAnd over there, under that wide oak tree
    EmBeside the cross where my best buddyʼs buried
    FLays a puppy posted up in the shade

That woman never could turn away a stray

    AmI guess thatʼs why she said ʼyesʼ Gwhen I got down on Fone knee
    Oh, Amlong as all this is here, why the Ghell would I ever Fleave?
    Yeah you canʼt Fbuy that Gkind of dirt Ccheap»