Roots to Rivers

Married the girl next door I've known since fifth grade

Living out the wild promises we made

Found a patch of timber,

took five years to buy

Clearing brush and sweetgum under that

southern sky (oh-oh-oh)

Spent five more long summers building up the fence

Sweat and heavy timber,

making perfect sense

We dug ourselves a pond,

used the heavy clay

To raise the cabin walls up where our boys now play Sixteen

years of marriage,

watching dreams come true

Two boys in the woods,

doing what we love to do

From the roots to the rivers,

tracing out our line

Hunting and fishing in the sweet sunshine (yeah)

Now there's bass in the water,

deer in the trees

Just the sound of our family laughing in

the breeze

That girl from fifth grade,

standing by

my side

Looking at the homestead where our hopes reside

Sixteen years of marriage,

watching dreams come true

Two boys in the woods,

doing what we love to do

From the roots to the rivers,

tracing out our line

Hunting and fishing in the sweet sunshine (ooh-ooh)

Just the girl next door

And our two wild boys

In the home we built