Kentucky Roots

It started round a table Where heads would bow to pray Hands gathered round in circle And give thanks for that day Multi-generations Would all gather here Time never seemed to matter In them old wicker chairs Kentucky roots They'd call me home Where the bluegrass Would slowly grow Porch Swings, crawdad holes Those cement steps Red concrete posts Trips to the Dog Walk Store Left me never wanting more Than to come home to My old Kentucky roots Sundays were the day for prayer At Antioch, in church upon the hill Then family would gather for dinner Till stomachs and hearts had their fill Laughter, and stories From days long gone These are the moments That made it feel like home Kentucky roots They'd call me home Where the bluegrass Would slowly grow Porch Swings, crawdad holes Those cement steps Red concrete posts Trips to the Dog Walk Store Left me never wanting more Than to come home to My old Kentucky roots But now those days are gone And the table's not as full The wicker chairs sit empty And the porch swing lost its pull The old church in Antioch Is now just a memory And I can't help but feel A sense of longing Kentucky roots They'd call me home Where the bluegrass Would slowly grow Porch Swings, crawdad holes Those cement steps Red concrete posts Trips to the Dog Walk Store Left me never wanting more Than to come home to My old Kentucky roots When my time comes When the good Lord calls me home Share the joys of time since passed And weep not, for I'm not gone I've only traveled back home to My old Kentucky roots You may lay my body down to rest With my old kin folk in my old Kentucky roots They'd call me home Where the bluegrass Would slowly grow Porch Swings, crawdad holes Those cement steps Red concrete posts Trips to the Dog Walk Store Left me never wanting more Than to come home to My old Kentucky roots For when I die Bring me back home to My Old Kentucky roots Yes, when I die Bring me back home to My Old Kentucky roots