Grass Roots

Yo I'm on the next train if you're going my way Been on the West Coast for about six days And my head's spinnin' Fast money fast women I'm tryin' to make it home to where my folks're just livin' The day to day, and if you're broke it's okay Come shack up at my crib we'll sip liquor 'til we fade To a sweet serenade of a Southern Rock tune We humble in Kentucky ain't no lickin' silver spoons I hope I get home soon I'll be whistlin' dixie My moms and my grandma man I bet they miss me Can't wait to have a conversation with real people Take me home to my grass roots where we all equal Take me home to my grass roots The only place that I can call my own Take me home to my grass roots The only place that I don't feel alone Well it's been a bit too long but I've been doin' my stay The Golden State and I [? 0:54] our ways I want my cigarettes cheap and my ladies relaxed I wanna walk around the streets without no buttons or slacks I want all them mom's cookin', big smiles, and friendly faces Down here we all got friends in low places Sweet smell of home I miss that bluegrass fragrance And this six hour flight is really testin' my patience You see I thought I knew the city 'til I left my home Without a dollar in my pocket and a microphone A couple fellas from the neighborhood lost in the dream Fast cars fine women and the crown of a king So be heard and better yet go out in the street And get blurred and make love to the finest of free But now I wish I had a one way ticket to home I been there I done that an' now I'm ready to go Well I hope I get home soon I'll be whistlin' dixie My moms and my grandma man I bet they miss me Can't wait to have a conversation with real people Take me home to my grass roots where we all equal Take me home to my grass roots The only place that I can call my own Take me home to my grass roots The only place that I don't feel alone Babe I'm on my way, plane is on the runway now By the end of day, I'll be on Kentucky ground Feelin' mighty fine, jet lag no sweat best bet Down here in our neck of woods never scared to get wet On a humid summer night beer sweat beads Locusts sound like symphonies a-playin' in the trees Sittin' there in the lawn chair havin' laughs Yeah, the beer's cheap but ice cold and we'll make it last