The Roots of My Raising

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've 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

And I could see through the open door

That dad was asleep in his favorite chair

In his hand was a picture of mom

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' run deep

I've 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.

The roots of my raisin' run deep...