Merle Haggard - The roots of my raising

I ^Ebleft the four lane highway, took a ^Abblacktop seven ^Ebmiles Down by the old country school, I ^Fwent to as a ^Bbchild ^EbTwo miles down a gravel road, I could ^Absee the proud old ^Ebhome A tribute to a way of life that's ^Bbalmost come and ^Ebgone

The ^Abroots of my raisin' run ^Ebdeep I come back for the ^Fstrength that I ^Bbneed And ^Abhope comes, no matter how ^Ebfar down I ^Bbsink The ^Abroots of my ^Bbraisin' run ^Ebdeep

I ^Ebpulled into the driveway,^Ab tho Lord, it sure was good to ^Ebbe there And ^Ebthrough the open door I could see that Dad ^Fwas asleep in his favorite ^Bbchair In his ^Ebhand was a picture of Mom And I ^Abremembered how close they were^Ab So ^AbI just turned away I didn't want to wake him, ^Bbspoil his dreams of her^Eb

A ^EbChristian Mom who had the strength for ^Ablife the way she ^Ebdid Then to pull that apron off and do the ^FCharleston for us ^Bbkids ^EbDad, a quiet man, who's gentle ^Abvoice was seldom ^Ebheard Who could borrow money at the bank, ^Bbsimply on his ^Ebword

The ^Abroots of my raisin' run ^Ebdeep I come back for the ^Fstrength that I ^Bbneed And ^Abhope comes, no matter how ^Ebfar down I ^Bbsink The ^Abroots of my ^Bbraisin' run ^Ebdeep The ^Abroots of my ^Bbraisin' run ^Ebdeep