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
tribute to a way of life that's [bad word] and gone

The roots of my [bad word] deep [bad word] back for the strength that I need
And [bad word] no matter how far down I sink
The roots of my [bad word] deep

I pulled into the driveway, Lord it sure was good to be there
And through the open door I could see
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, spoil his dreams of her

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's gentle voice was seldom heard
Who could borrow money at the bank simply on his word
The roots of my raisin', the roots of my [bad word] deep

Songwriters
Leonard Sipes (Tommy Collins)