The Roots of My Raising

I left the four lane highway
Took a blacktop seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two 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 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 into the driveway
Lord 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
I remembered 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 who's gentle voice was seldom heard
Who could borrow money at the bank simply on his word.
The roots of my raisin' 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 raisin' run deep...