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Red Clay Roots - Levi Stoker
This ground is a hammer, and the sky is the lead
Trying to bury the living and forget about the dead
The plow is a ghost, and the mule is a bone
And I'm building a kingdom on a pile of stone
The sun is a furnace that never turns cold
Trading my youth for a story untold
There's a thirst in the timber and a crack in the pane
Just in the spirit of a working man
Oh, I've got red clay roots deep in the dirt
Holding on to life through the sweat and the hurt
You can burn the harvest and you can dry up the stream
But you'll never kill the soul of a hard-luck dream
Yeah, the harder the weather, the deeper they go
Red clay roots are all I know
I see the city slicker driving on the asphalt hill
Looking for a life that he can buy with a bill
But he don't know the rhythm of the limestone and dust
Or the peace that you find in the iron and the rust
I'm anchored to the bottom where the shadows are thick
With a heart that's as stubborn as a red clay brick
Oh, I've got red clay roots deep in the dirt
Holding on to life through the sweat and the hurt
You can burn the harvest and you can dry up the stream
But you'll never kill the soul of a hard-luck dream
Yeah, the harder the weather, the deeper they go
Red clay roots are all I know
You can't pull a man who's grown into the ground
I'm the only solid thing that's ever been found
Red clay roots deep in the blues
I know the truth
