Roots

Faded memories of that old white oak tree
As it shaded me, from that Louisiana heat
Rope swing flyin’ high, on a limb my daddy tied
Teardrops fill my eyes when I count the years gone by
Great Grandaddy planted it in 1928
Haven’t been back again since visiting his grave

When I get scared and think the world’s gone crazy
Feeling lost and don’t know where to go
The lessons of my life are there to save me
I go back to where I always find my truth
Sit beneath the branches of my youth
Back to my roots

Supper on the stove, mama cooked it slow
Recipes I know, I learned so long ago
Table checkered red and white, collard greens and apple pie
Fried chicken stacked up high, underneath a leaf blown sky
Daddy takes his hat off, and we all bow our heads
We thank God for the blessings of our family and friends

When I get scared and think the world’s gone crazy
Feeling lost and don’t know where to go
The lessons of my life are there to save me
I go back to where I always find my truth
Sit beneath the branches of my youth
Back to my roots