Roots

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