Lyrics Roots - Jay Smith

Roots

Red light nine in the AM
Horns are honking, can't stand the heat
Tri-state, roadway headache
The rhythm of the city doesn't match my beat
East Side, West Side, don't you believe the hype
I no longer give a damn
Big town, uptight, small town, moonlight
I need to breathe I need some air
I’m going back to the roots
Back to the beginning
Into the soil of that dirty groove
I’m getting down with Waylon Jennings
Where the grass is blue
Where the sky is the limit
Through Muddy Waters in muddy boots
I’m going back to the roots
Roots
Backroads, motor humming
Hey mama I’m coming home
Front porch, guitar strumming
Sippin' Blue Ribbon chewing chicken bone
Sun down, Friday night have a few feel all-right
It all rhymes with who I am
Old friends, cold gin have a ball, mamas kin
Jamming out with the band
I’m going back to the roots
Back to the beginning
Into the soil of that dirty groove
I’m getting down with Waylon Jennings
Where the grass is blue
Where the sky is the limit
Through Muddy Waters in muddy boots
I’m going back to the roots
Roots
I’m going back to the roots
Back to the beginning
Into the soil of that dirty groove
I’m getting down with Waylon Jennings
Where the grass is blue
Where the sky is the limit
Through Muddy Waters in muddy boots
I’m going back to the roots
I’m going back to the roots
Back to the beginning
Into the soil of that dirty groove
I’m getting down with Waylon Jennings
Where the grass is blue
Where the sky is the limit
Through Muddy Waters in muddy boots
I’m going back to the roots
Roots