The Roots Of My Raisin'

I left the four lane highway, took a blacktop seven miles Down by the old country school I went to as a child Three miles down a gravel road, I could see the proud old home A tribute to a way of life that's almost come and gone The roots of my rasin' run deep I come back for the strength that I need And hope comes no matter how far down I sink The roots of my raisin' run deep (spoken) I pulled into the driveway, Lord, it sure was good to be there and through the open door I could see that, Dad was asleep in his favorite chair. In his hand was a picture of Mom, and I remembered how close they were. So I just turned away, I didn't want to wake him, spoil his dreams of her.