Top Songs By The Fantastics !
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Fantastics !
Performer
Sulene Fleming
Lead Vocals
Greg Boraman
Organ
Mark Norton
Saxophone
James Smith
Drums
James Byron
Electric Guitar
Raydn Hunter
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sulene Fleming
Songwriter
Greg Boraman
Songwriter
Mark Norton
Songwriter
James Smith
Songwriter
James Byron
Songwriter
Raydn Hunter
Songwriter
Lyrics
My roots are buried deep underground
My feet cant move from this beaten town
Ive tried to dig down underneath
I cant breathe the smoke from the city streets
Rough ride getting to the other side
Strong winds but I still climb
My hope wrapped in a winter coat
Only my faith to keep me warm
Oh im so tired of old
Im gonna get up out of this hole
Cos the truth of the matter is this place is no longer my home
Some times I wanna get up and leave
And go back to place that used to be
Hard times not a distant memory
Enslaved in a puzzle not yet complete
Walk tall suitcase in my hand
With only that someday ill understand
Which road im destined to take
Only then ill reveal my faith
Oh Im so tired of old
Im gonna get up out of this hole
Cos the truth of the matter is this place is no longer my home
Consumed feeling tired and used
No rush to get back to the blues
Sit here and wonder why Im confused I cant decide
I cant run the fear is deep inside
Somewhere I thought id left behind
Still here wrapped in my winter coat
Not far im getting close
Oh im so tired of old
Im gonna get up out of this hole
Cos the truth of the matter is this place is no longer my home
Im so tired of old
Im gonna get up out of this hole
The truth of the matter is this place is no longer my home
Cos the truth of the matter is this place is no longer my home
Well the truth of the matter is this place is no longer my home
Writer(s): Sulene Fleming, James Smith, James Byron, Greg Boraman, Mark Norton, Raydn Hunter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com