Going back to (find myself) (Find myself) Going back to, going back Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Not talkin' about the roots in land I'm talking 'bout the roots in men

And I'm miles away from home. Yes, I'm a radical (roots radical), miles away from home..... I'm a true born Jamacan, I'm a radical (roots radical), (roots radical) x2 I'm a radical, (roots radical) They won't see me round the corner, They can't catch me

My roots, my roots Run deep into the hollow I'm stronger than I ever knew I'm strong because of you I bite down a little harder My blades a little sharper Strike back a little harder I scream a little louder I hit back a little louder

I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed I grew up country, I'm proud of my roots I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak Three cords and some down-home soul Some things never grow old I grew up on

Last night, alone, I met the moon I saw its halo and the love around "Now take the path, don't ever lose your time Just watch the light you have inside" I watched inside and my eyes burned The moon was right Roots so deep, head so high I want to be in

I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground I've got no roots uh uh uh uh 'Cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night And a thousand times I've seen this road A thousand times But I've got memories and travel like gypsies in

I've been too low, so it's high time It's high time To slow my roll Let the grass just grow and lean way back It's a fine time To let it it all go Been missing my roots I'm getting rid of the flash Nobody needs a thousand-dollar suit just to take out the

When the sky is gray And the moon is hate I'll be down to get you. Roots of earth will shake. Sinister purpose Knockin' at your door; Come and take my hand.

I'm going back to my roots Another day, another door Another high, another low Rock bottom, rock bottom, rock bottom I know it's gotta go like this, I know Hell will always come before you grow Trouble found me, trouble found me Don't throw stones at me

It's the truth, woman Roots woman, roots woman And you turn me on She's a roots woman She's my roots woman And I'm talking â??bout the Turn me on now Roots woman, roots woman (Oh, yeah) It's the truth, woman (I turn you on)