Merle Haggard Follow

I left the four lane highway, took a blacktop seven miles down
By the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road, I could see the proud old home
A tribute to a way of life that's almost come and gone

The roots of my raising run deep
I come back for the strength that I need
And hope comes no matter how far down I sink
The roots of my raising run deep

I pulled into the driveway, Lord it sure was good to be there

That dad was asleep in his favorite chair
In his hand was a picture of mom and I remembered how close they were
So I just turned away, I didn't want to wake him, spoil his dreams of her

A Christian mom who had the strength for life the way she did
Then to pull that apron off and do the Charleston for us kids
Dad a quiet man who's gentle voice was seldom heard
Who could borrow money at the bank simply on his word
The roots of my raisin', the roots of my raisin' run deep

I left the four lane highway, took a blacktop seven miles down
By the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road, I could see the proud old home