My Roots Run Deep

My roots run deep & strong here in this place you curse & scorn I couldn’t think of a better place than here to have been born you say this is a dead end town, where dreams whither & die I know this town has nurtured my dreams, seen them soar & fly You say the cowboy has left & gone, run off by urban sprawl Yet every morning, I still hear the young calves bawl you talk of crime run amok & people no one can trust I choose my friends carefully & fight for the right & the just You say this is no place to raise a child, that they’ll not learn respect but its our job to raise them up, their course in life direct You say that no one gives a damn about another’s plight but I have seen this town come together to turn a wrong to right You say this town holds you back & you will never gain success I can feel her sing my praises as I aim to do my best I will stay here in this valley & no matter where I roam I know my roots run deep here & I will always come back home Pack your bags & go on down the road in search of better grazing One day you will come full circle & return here to your raising For your roots run deep here too, though you may curse & shout and roots, home & belonging are what life is all about © October 2003