Roots

I'm still running 33's up underneath this truck
 Even though rush hour concrete is the only place I'm getting stuck
 Ain't on the farm no more but on a stretch of sunny days
 I still catch myself looking up at the sky
 Praying for a little rain
 No I can't outrun these roots
 Even if I wanted to
 Cause they run too strong, run too deep
 Cutting right through the heart of me
 No it don't matter where I plant these boots
 Can't outrun these roots
 I can't outrun these roots
 There's still that back-home part of me, that can't help but see things a little different
 Like how there ain't no need to put a 'G' on the end of huntin' or fishin'
 And I still got granddaddy's bible, his old rifle and his name
 But I also got his pour a little more
 Coarsin' through my veins
 No I can't outrun these roots
 Even if I wanted to
 Cause they run too strong, run too deep
 Cutting right through the heart of me
 No it don't matter where I plant these boots
 I can't outrun these roots
 Thank God I can't
 They're tangled up in every part of who I am
 Without 'em I know I don't stand a chance
 I can't outrun these roots
 I can't outrun these roots
 Cause they run too strong, run too deep
 Cutting right through the heart of me
 No it don't matter where I plant these boots
 Can't outrun these roots
 I can't outrun these roots