Tekst Utworu

Grew up on a creek bank, listenin' to some old Hank Breathin' 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) Draggin' 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 goin' to Just draggin' these roots Yeah, I learned how to hustle watchin' daddy bust, yeah Workin' 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 Draggin' 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 goin' to Just draggin' these roots Yeah, I'm draggin' these roots Like a bag of bones No, it won't let me go Grew up on a creek bank, listenin' to some old Hank Breathin' 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 Draggin' 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 goin' to Just draggin' these roots I'm draggin' these roots with me
Writer(s): Josh Thompson, Jesse Frasure, Ben Hayslip Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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