The Roots of My Raising

I left a four lane highway, took a black top seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down the gravel road
I could see a proud old home
A tribute to a way of life
That's almost come and gone

The roots of my raising run deep
I've come back for the strength that I need
And hope comes no matter how far down I sink
The roots of my raising run deep

I pulled up in the driveway
And boy, it sure was good to be there
And I could see through the open door that
Dad was asleep in his favorite chair
In his hand was a picture of mom
And I remember how close they were
So, I just turned away
I didn't want to wake him
Spoil his dreams of her

A Christian mom who had the strength for life the way she did
Then to pull that apron off and do the Charleston for us kids
Dad, a quiet man, whose gentle voice was seldom heard
Who could borrow money at the back simply on his word

The roots of my raising run deep
I've come back for the strength that I need
And hope comes no matter how far down I sink
The roots of my raising run deep
The roots of my raising run deep