Mobile, Alabama

I spent 6 years a'hiding,

out on the west coast,

Far from Spanish moss and oak trees,

and those good ole southern folk

I thought I was living,

but I got so damn depressed

Started wishing for guitar pickin’,

my sweet tea, ice cold, no stress

Mobile, Alabama

Please forgive me

I’ve been gone too long

The river shack’s a'pouring

Music out into the gulf

Had to leave to really see,

That it’s worth more than any gold

Why was I kicking,

In this life i am so blessed

Love the warm nights

Love the crickets

Softly humming while I rest

Mobile, Alabama

Please forgive me

I’ve been gone too long

I’m going back to my roots

I gotta find my beat

Put on my cowboy boots

And get on down to Cedar Street

I’m going back to my roots

I’m gonna join the stampede

To hear those delta blues

Sing your heart out guarantee

Oh God only knows what the future will reveal

I've got Alligator bayou, keeps snapping on my heels

Even with mosquitoes tryna’ suck dry all my veins

Uncle Dave’s on the fiddle spittin’ rain like a hurricane

Mobile, Alabama

Please forgive me

I’ve been gone too long

I’m going back to my roots

I gotta find my beat

Put on my cowboy boots

And get on down to Cedar Street

I’m going back to my roots

Gonna join the stampede

To Hear those delta blues

Here we go now, Bobby G

I’m going back to my roots

I’m going back to my roots

I’m going back to my roots

I’m going back to my roots

I’m going back to my roots

I’m going back to my roots