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Roots of my Raising

Höfundur lags: Tommy Collins Höfundur texta: Tommy Collins Flytjandi: Merle Haggard Sent inn af: Anonymous


[C]I left the four lane highway took a [F]blacktop seven [C]miles
Down by the old country school I [D7]went to as a c[G7]hild   
[C]Two miles down a gravel road I could [F]see the proud old [C]home
A tribute to a way of life that's a[G7]lmost come and [C]gone

[F]The roots of my raising run [C]deep
I come back for the [D7]strength that I [G7]need   
[F]And hope comes no matter [C]how far down I [G7]sink   
[F]The roots of my r[G7]aising run [C]deep

Spoken verse:
I pulled into the driveway Lord it [F]sure was good to be[C] there

And I could see through the open door that Dad was
[D7]Asleep in his favorite [G7]chair
[C]In his hand was a picture of Mom and I re[F]membered how close they [C]were

So I just turned away I didn't want to wake him
[G7]And spoil his dreams of [C]her  

[C]A Christian Mom who had the strength for [F]life the way she [C]did  
Then to pull that apron off and do the C[D7]harleston for us [G7]kids   
[C]Dad a quiet man who [F]gentle voice was seldom [C]heard
Who could borrow money at the bank s[G7]imply on his [C]word

I left the four lane highway took a blacktop seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road I could see the proud old home
A tribute to a way of life that's almost come and gone

The roots of my raising run deep
I come back for the strength that I need
And hope comes no matter how far down I sink
The roots of my raising run deep

Spoken verse:
I pulled into the driveway Lord it sure was good to be there

And I could see through the open door that Dad was
Asleep in his favorite chair
In his hand was a picture of Mom and I remembered how close they were

So I just turned away I didn't want to wake him
And spoil his dreams of her

A Christian Mom who had the strength for life the way she did
Then to pull that apron off and do the Charleston for us kids
Dad a quiet man who gentle voice was seldom heard
Who could borrow money at the bank simply on his word

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