Roots and Rekindled Wings

Red dirt driveway leading down to the gate

Rust on the Chevy

and a lot on my plate

Daddy said steady hands don't lose the plow

I hear those words louder than ever now

Packed up my guitar,

kissed Mama's cheek

Trading these pastures for the dreams that I seek (mm-mm)

When the road gets long and the hard winds blow

I hold to the soil where the wildflowers grow

Chasing that horizon through the storm and dust Standing on faith that

I still can trust Got roots running deep beneath my

boots

(yeah,

running deep)

Neon signs in towns I don't know

Counting the miles on a quiet radio

Sometimes the silence is heavier than stone

But grace has a way of not leaving you alone

So I wipe off the sweat,

tighten my grip

Every prayer keeps this heart from the slip

When the road gets long and the hard winds blow

I hold to the soil where the wildflowers grow

Chasing that horizon through the storm and dust Standing on faith that

I still can trust Got roots running deep beneath my boots

(oh, deep beneath my boots)

When the road gets long and the hard winds blow

I hold to the soil where the wildflowers grow!

Chasing that horizon through the storm and dust Standing on faith that

I still can trust!

Got roots running deep beneath my boots!

(roots running deep!) Still got my boots in the dirt...

(mm-mm, in the dirt)

Trusting the road back home