Dragging These Roots

Grew up on creek bank listening to some old Hank Breathin' in the smoke of a paper mill town Just hangin' and bangin' around (just bangin' around) Yeah, it's hard to make green dollar in a dried up holler Even when you leave, no, you never get out The further I got the more I found (I found) Dragging these roots like a bag of bones I guess where I'm from won't let me go A hickory heart and a moonshine soul A little more grit than a gravel road You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust But you're never gonna cut 'em loose Yeah, I got where I got and I get where I'm going to Just dragging these roots Yeah, I learned how to hustle watching Daddy bust it Workin' on cars in the weeds in the yard I guess the apple didn't fall that far (didn't fall that far) Yeah, you can bring a shovel but it ain't worth the trouble Can't dig up what's in your heart Wherever you go there you are Dragging these roots like a bag of bones I guess where I'm from won't let me go A hickory heart and a moonshine soul A little more grit than a gravel road You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust But you're never gonna cut 'em loose Yeah, I got where I got and I get where I'm going to Just dragging these roots Yeah, I'm dragging these roots Like a bag of bones No, it won't let me go Grew up on creek bank listening to some old Hank Breathin' in the smoke of a paper mill town Hard to make green dollar in a dried up holler Even when you leave no you never get out (never get out) You never get out Dragging these roots like a bag of bones I guess where I'm from won't let me go (won't let me go) A hickory heart and a moonshine soul A little more grit than a gravel Road (gravel road) You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust But you're never gonna cut 'em loose Yeah, I got where I got and I get where I'm going to Just dragging these roots I'm dragging these roots with me