Song parody of
Dragging These Roots
by Jelly Roll
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Grew up on creek bank listening to some old Hank
Breathin' in the smoke of a paper mill town
Just hangin' and bangin' around (just bangin' around)
Yeah, it's hard to make green dollar in a dried up holler
Even when you leave, no, you never get out
The further I got the more I found (I found)
Dragging these roots like a bag of bones
I guess where I'm from won't let me go
A hickory heart and a moonshine soul
A little more grit than a gravel road
You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust
But you're never gonna cut 'em loose
Yeah, I got where I got and I get where I'm going to
Just dragging these roots
(Dragging them, dragging them, dragging them, dragging them roots)
Yeah, I learned how to hustle watching Daddy bust it
Workin' on cars in the weeds in the yard
I guess the apple didn't fall that far (didn't fall that far)
Yeah, you can bring a shovel but it ain't worth the trouble
Can't dig up what's in your heart
Wherever you go there you are
Dragging these roots like a bag of bones
I guess where I'm from won't let me go
A hickory heart and a moonshine soul
A little more grit than a gravel road
You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust
But you're never gonna cut 'em loose
Yeah, I got where I got and I get where I'm going to
Just dragging these roots
Yeah, I'm dragging these roots like a bag of bones
No, it won't let me go
Grew up on creek bank listening to some old Hank
Breathin' in the smoke of a paper mill town
Hard to make green dollar in a dried up holler
Even when you leave no you never get out (never get out)
You never get out
Dragging these roots like a bag of bones
I guess where I'm from won't let me go (won't let me go)
A hickory heart and a moonshine soul
A little more grit than a gravel road (gravel road)
You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust
But you're never gonna cut 'em loose
Yeah, I got where I got and I get where I'm going to
Just dragging these roots
I'm dragging these roots with me
(Dragging them, dragging them, dragging them, dragging them roots)
Grew up on creek bank listening to some old Hank
Breathin' in the smoke of a paper mill town
Just hangin' and bangin' around (just bangin' around)
Yeah, it's hard to make green dollar in a dried up holler
Even when you leave, no, you never get out
The further I got the more I found (I found)
Dragging these roots like a bag of bones
I guess where I'm from won't let me go
A hickory heart and a moonshine soul
A little more grit than a gravel road
You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust
But you're never gonna cut 'em loose
Yeah, I got where I got and I get where I'm going to
Just dragging these roots
(Dragging them, dragging them, dragging them, dragging them roots)
Yeah, I learned how to hustle watching Daddy bust it
Workin' on cars in the weeds in the yard
I guess the apple didn't fall that far (didn't fall that far)
Yeah, you can bring a shovel but it ain't worth the trouble
Can't dig up what's in your heart
Wherever you go there you are
Dragging these roots like a bag of bones
I guess where I'm from won't let me go
A hickory heart and a moonshine soul
A little more grit than a gravel road
You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust
But you're never gonna cut 'em loose
Yeah, I got where I got and I get where I'm going to
Just dragging these roots
Yeah, I'm dragging these roots like a bag of bones
No, it won't let me go
Grew up on creek bank listening to some old Hank
Breathin' in the smoke of a paper mill town
Hard to make green dollar in a dried up holler
Even when you leave no you never get out (never get out)
You never get out
Dragging these roots like a bag of bones
I guess where I'm from won't let me go (won't let me go)
A hickory heart and a moonshine soul
A little more grit than a gravel road (gravel road)
You can cover 'em up, shake off the dust
But you're never gonna cut 'em loose
Yeah, I got where I got and I get where I'm going to
Just dragging these roots
I'm dragging these roots with me
(Dragging them, dragging them, dragging them, dragging them roots)
