Roots

It's an even trade for a dozen eggs

And a freezer bag of okra

For a box blade drag on your driveway

With the neighbor's old Kubota

It's a good old golden rule

Born and bred into roots

There's a rusty truck with a young buck

All hugged up by the river

To his sweetheart fresh off the farm

Wearing a ring that he just give her

They got a big old lover's moon

But they'll wait 'til they say I do

'Cause they come from a long line of good roots

They run deep and they run wide

They'll always be right there inside

They raise hell, they raise crops

They raise barns and they raise stock

They raise their praying calloused hands up in the steeple

From hat to boots

They pass down them roots of country people

Now it ain't all just southern drawls

Football, farmin', and fishin'

It's a hand on the heart for the Color Guard

And a helping hand in that soup kitchen

Faith, hope, love, and truth

Sown in seeds that grew them roots

They run deep and they run wide

They'll always be right there inside

They raise hell, they raise crops

They raise barns and they raise stock

They raise their praying calloused hands up in the steeple

From hat to boots

They pass down them roots of country people

Yeah we raise hell, we raise crops

We raise barns and we raise stock

We'll raise our praying calloused hands up in the steeple

From hat to boots

We pass down our roots of country people

Yeah we're country people

Passing down our roots