Roots

Oh, oh
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 You heard the news, sweet child
 I've slaughtered all them swines
 I left it burnin'
 Gone to New York
 There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
 In the house of your heart
 There was a rabble
 And I was weak for a while
 I'll never be as good as you so
 I got a ride and
 I hitched out for new yards
 There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
 In the name of the Lord
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 Oh, oh, baby
 Where will I dig my roots?
 It's aching each time that I think of you
 I wish for a better day to come around
 Wanna shake my hands down
 Show you what you found (oh)
 I wish for a better day to come around
 So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)
 You heard the news, sweet child
 The world is mad, we're runnin' wild
 Hop on ride and
 Get off at New York
 There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
 In the house of your heart
 In the name of the Lord
 I wish there'd been another way
 Wish there'd been another way
 Wish I'd stayed, but
 Oh, oh, baby
 Where will I dig my roots?
 It's aching each time that I think of you
 I wish for a better day to come around
 Wanna shake my hands down
 Show you what you found (oh)
 I wish for a better day to come around
 So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)
 Where will I dig my roots? (Oh)
 Where will I dig my roots?