Roots

I'm still running thirty-threes up underneath this truck, even though
Rush hour concrete's the only place I'm getting stuck
Ain't on the farm no more but on a stretch of sunny days
I still catch myself looking up at the sky
Praying for a little rain

No, I can't outrun these roots
Even if I wanted to
'Cause they run too strong, run too deep
Cutting right through the heart of me
No, it don't matter where I plant these boots
I can't outrun these roots
I can't outrun these roots

There's still that back home part of me
That can't help but see things a little different
Like how there ain't no need
To put a G on the end of huntin' or fishin'
And I still got granddaddy's bible, his old rifle, and his name
But I also got his: Pour a little more
Coursin' through my veins

No, I can't outrun these roots
Even if I wanted to
'Cause they run too strong, run too deep
Cutting right through the heart of me
No, it don't matter where I plant these boots
I can't outrun these roots

Thank God I can't
They're tangled up in every part of who I am
Without 'em I know I don't stand a chance
I can't outrun these roots
I can't outrun these roots

'Cause they run too strong, run too deep
Cutting right through the heart of me
No, it don't matter where I plant these boots
I can't outrun these roots
I can't outrun these roots