Dragging These Roots

Grew up on a creek bank, listening to some old Hank

Breathing in the smoke of a paper mill town

Just hangin' and bangin' around (Just bangin' around)

Yeah, it's hard to make a green dollar in a dried up holler

Even when you leave, no, you never get out

The further I got, the more I found (I found)

Dragging these roots like a bag of bones

I guess where I'm from won't let me go

A hickory heart and a moonshine soul

A little more grit than a gravel road

You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust

But you're never gonna cut 'em loose

Yeah, I got where I got, and I get where I'm going to

Just dragging these roots

Yeah, I learned how to hustle

Watching daddy bust, yeah

Working on the cars and the weeds in the yard

I guess the apple didn't fall that far (Didn't fall that far)

Yeah, you can bring a shovel, but it ain't worth the trouble

Can't dig up what's in your heart

Wherever you go, there you are

Dragging these roots like a bag of bones

I guess where I'm from won't let me go

A hickory heart and a moonshine soul

A little more grit than a gravel road

You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust

But you're never gonna cut 'em loose

Yeah, I got where I got, and I get where I'm going to

Just dragging these roots

Yeah, I'm dragging these roots

Like a bag of bones

No, it won't let me go

Grew up on a creek bank, listening to some old Hank

Breathing in the smoke of a paper mill town

Hard to make a green dollar in a dried up holler

Even when you leave, you never get out (You never get out)

You never get out

Dragging these roots like a bag of bones

I guess where I'm from won't let me go

A hickory heart and a moonshine soul

A little more grit than a gravel road (Gravel road)

You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust

But you're never gonna cut 'em loose

Yeah, I got where I got, and I get where I'm going to

Just dragging these roots

I'm dragging these roots with me