^FRoots [Verse] Still re^C9sus2member those e^Dm7arly days Was it ^C9sus2some kind of h^Dm7igh We were ^C9sus2counting the c^Dm7ars away Found your ^C9sus2head upon my s^Dm7ide

Disbe^Gmlief In what would b^Gme But we held o^Gmn To what we fe^Gmel

Lives have grown ^Ebmaj7roots around each ^Dm7other We both know the ^Ebmaj7truth is, we don't really ^Bbcare To find any ^Ebmaj7room to doubt each ^Dm7other We’re tied by the ^Ebmaj7roots of whatever we sh^Bbare

^FRoots Bb Bb7 Bb

^BbWho says ^Bb7bad times would ^Bbtire our feet? ^BbWho says ^Bb7bad times would ^Bbtire our feet? ^BbWho says ^Bb7bad times would ^Bbtire our feet? ^BbWho says ^Bb7bad time^Bbs?

Then came ^C9sus2rolling in these tr^Dm7oubles Life caught ^C9sus2us by surpr^Dm7ise Under^C9sus2neath all the r^Dm7ubble You still ^C9sus2stayed by my s^Dm7ide

Lives have grown ^Ebmaj7roots around each ^Dm7other We both know the ^Ebmaj7truth is, we don't really ^Bbcare To find any ^Ebmaj7room to doubt each ^Dm7other We’re tied by the ^Ebmaj7roots of whatever we sh^Bbare

^FRoots Ebmaj7

Ben&ben - Roots