Lyrics
it don t matter where i plant these boots
cause they run too strong
rush hour concrete s the only place i m getting stuck
It don t matter where i plant these boots, to put a g on the end of huntin or fishin
like how there ain t no need
I can t outrun these roots, thank god i can t
Ain t on the farm no more but on a stretch of sunny days, i can t outrun these roots
Cutting right through the heart of me, cause they run too strong
Praying for a little rain, there s still that back home part of me
I can t outrun these roots, without em i know i don t stand a chance
Cutting right through the heart of me, praying for a little rain
It don t matter where i plant these boots, run too deep Parmalee, cause they run too strong
Praying for a little rain, i m still running thirty-threes up underneath this truck, thank god i can t
i can t outrun these roots
But i also got his pour a little more, i m still running thirty-threes up underneath this truck, cutting right through the heart of me
Praying for a little rain, but i also got his pour a little more, to put a g on the end of huntin or fishin
Even if i wanted to, it don t matter where i plant these boots
even if i wanted to
Ain t on the farm no more but on a stretch of sunny days, but i also got his pour a little more Roots, his old rifle
I can t outrun these roots, i can t outrun these roots, coursin through my veins