The Roots of My Raising

I left a four lane highway, took a black top seven miles

Down by the old country school I went to as a child

Two miles down the gravel road

I could see a proud old home

A tribute to a way of life

That's almost come and gone

The roots of my raising run deep

I've 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

I pulled up in the driveway

And boy, 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 remember how close they were

So, I just turned away

I didn't want to wake him

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, whose gentle voice was seldom heard

Who could borrow money at the back simply on his word

The roots of my raising run deep

I've 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

The roots of my raising run deep