Roots

I'm still running 33s up underneath this truck
Even though rush hour concrete is 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
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 differently
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
Coarsin'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
Can't outrun these roots
I can't outrun these roots