Roots - Parmalee

I’m still running 33's 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 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

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