Where the Grassroots Grow

Down where the grassroots grow there’s a soul named Beth the fairy
She flies through the garbage dumps picking up what she can carry
And her long arms reach down and give a little shove
Lord knows we could all use a little help from above
Where the grassroots grow, there’s old ladies in tennis shoes
Tending soil below and holding their hand out to you
Where the grassroots grow, there’s no suits or limousines
Where the grassroots grow, that’s where I wanna be
She read Goodnight Moon to her baby son, she and her John Wayne
She did the town in her VW bus and held’em back at Barton Springs
“I wanna ride my bike across America and see my Grandma Pearl!”
So little time and so much to do in this world
Where the grassroots grow, there’s old ladies in tennis shoes
Tending soil below and holding their hand out to you
Where the grassroots grow, there’s no suits or limousines
Where the grassroots grow, that’s where I wanna be
There’s a way to recycle a soul, there’s a way to renew
You just gotta remember them, like Beth, who left too soon
“Whatever may come and wherever I go,
You’re gonna find me working down where the grassroots grow!”
Where the grassroots grow, there’s old ladies in tennis shoes
Tending soil below and holding their hand out to you
Where the grassroots grow, there’s no suits or limousines
Where the grassroots grow, that’s where I wanna be