Roots
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[Verse 1] It's an even trade for a dozen eggs And a freezer bag of okra For a box-blade drag on your driveway With the neighbor's old Kubota It's a good old golden rule Born and bred into roots [Verse 2] There's a rusty truck with a young buck All hugged up by the river To his sweetheart fresh off the farm Wearing a ring that he just give her They got a big old lover's moon But they'll wait 'til they say "I do" 'Cause they come from a long line of good roots [Chorus] They run deep and they run wide They'll always be right there inside They raise hell, they raise crops They raise barns and they raise stock They raise their praying calloused hands up in the steeple From hat to boots, they pass down them roots of country people [Verse 3] Now it ain't all just southern drawls Football, farmin', and fishin' It's a hand on the heart for the Color Guard And a helping hand in that soup kitchen Faith, hope, love, and truth Sown in seeds that grew them roots [Chorus] They run deep and they run wide They'll always be right there inside They raise hell, they raise crops They raise barns and they raise stock They raise their praying calloused hands up in the steeple From hat to boots, they pass down them roots of country people [Chorus] Yeah, we raise hell, we raise crops We raise barns and we raise stock We'll raise our praying calloused hands up in the steeple From hat to boots, we'll pass down our roots of country people [Outro] Yeah, we're country people Passing down our roots
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Credits
- Writers
- Craig Morgan
- Phil O’Donnell
- Rob Pennington