Roots - Jay Smith

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