Merle Haggard - The roots of my raising

^DI left the four lane highway took a ^Gblacktop seven ^Dmiles, ^DDown by the old country school I ^Ewent to as a ^A7child, Two ^Dmiles down a gravel road I could ^Gsee the proud old ^Dhome, ^DA tribute to a way of life that's ^A7almost come and ^Dgone.

The ^Groots of my raising run ^Ddeep, ^DI come back for the ^E7strength that I ^A7need, And ^Ghope comes no matter how ^Dfar down, I ^Asink the ^Groots of my ^Araising ^Drun deep.

I ^Dpulled into the driveway, ^GLord it sure was good to be ^Dthere, ^DAnd I could see through the open door, That ^E7dad was asleep in his favorite ^A7chair, In his ^Dhand was a picture of mom, And I remembered how close they ^Gwere^D, ^DSo I just turned away, ^DI didn't want to wake him spoil his ^Adreams of ^Dher.

^DA Christian Mom who had the strength for ^Glife the way she ^Ddid, ^DThen to pull that apron off and do the ^E7Charleston for us ^Akids, ^DDad a quiet man who's gentle ^Gvoice was seldom ^Dheard, ^DWho could borrow money at the bank ^Asimply on his ^Dword.

The ^Groots of my raising run ^Ddeep, ^DI come back for the ^E7strength that I ^A7need, And ^Ghope comes no matter how ^Dfar down, I ^Asink the ^Groots of my ^Araising ^Drun deep, The ^Groots of my ^Araising run ^Ddeep.