I still running’ 33s up underneath this truck
Even though rush hour concrete’s the only place I’m getting stuck
I ain’t on the farm no more but on a stretch of sunny days
I still catch myself looking up at the sky and 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
Cuttin’ 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 about puttin’ a G at the end of Huntin’ or Fishin’
And I still got Granddaddy’s bible, his ole rifle and his name
And I also got his pour a little more coursing through my veins
No I can’t outrun these roots, even if I wanted to
Cause they run too strong, run too deep
Cuttin’ 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
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
Cuttin’ 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
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