The Roots of My Raising

I left a four lane highway, took a black top seven miles Down by the old country school I went to as a child Two miles down the gravel road I could see a 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 up in the driveway And boy, 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 And I remember 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, whose gentle voice was seldom heard Who could borrow money at the back simply on his word 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 The roots of my raising run deep