Back To My Roots (Version One)

These roads are exactly what they use to be, echoes from the long past century.

Whispered old memories whistle in the wind. Tonight I’m going back to my roots again.

Tyres on the gravel and the pedal to the floor, heading back to the Georgia shore.

Not looking back, just moving on. Tonight I’m going back to my roots alone.

 

I’m going down to the place where it all began, Me, Suzie Thompson and the Devil’s right hand. Gonna lay down some chords and listen to the radio.

You know the ink on the paper well it smells home. You and me together, we were never alone. But that was then and baby this is now.

Remember when you’re daddy said “You got a long way to climb. You got a lot to give and not much time”? Now we’ve hit the top and it’s time to come back down.

 

These roads are exactly what they use to be, echoes from the long past century.

Whispered old memories whistle in the wind. Tonight I’m going back to my roots again.

Tyres on the gravel and the pedal to the floor, heading back to the Georgia shore.

Not looking back, just moving on. Tonight I’m going back to my roots alone.

 

Now I’m waking up beside you in our hotel suite, not making love like we mean it in the Chevy’s back seat. Always rolling like thunder before we say goodbye.

Main Street in Nashville just doesn’t have a view, like the gardens in Atlanta on Piedmont Avenue. Like Ray Charles said, I got it on my mind.

So I’m loading up and kicking dust in the air, if I don’t see you before, you know I’ll see you there. So I tip my hat to the past, thankful that he’s here with me. 

 

These roads are exactly what they use to be, echoes from the long past century.

Whispered old memories whistle in the wind. Tonight I’m going back to my roots again.

Tyres on the gravel and the pedal to the floor, heading back to the Georgia shore.

Not looking back, just moving on. Tonight I’m going back to my roots alone.

 

The boarded up widows of our old family home, the smell of momma’s pecan pie is one I’ll never disown. Hiding secrets and memories that sure do make me smile.

But now the past is gone and the future’s here, making new memories, new hopes, new fears.  New everything else, but same old me and you.

You’re my Bayou bride, you’re my Cajun queen; you’re my world, my life, and everything in-between. You’re all I’ll ever need, and all I’ve ever dreamed.

 

These roads are exactly all we’ll ever need, taking us forwards to the next century.

Your blonde hair blowing in the whistling wind. Tonight we’re laying down our roots again.

Tyres on the gravel and pedal to the floor, heading out of the Georgia shore.

Not looking back, just moving on. Tonight I’m not starting my life alone.