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Roots in the Dirt - Levi Stoker
Lyrics by：Levi Stoker
Composed by：Levi Stoker
Produced by：Levi Stoker
The bank man came with a fountain pen
And a smile made of ice
Said son this land's been bled dry
And we've come to collect the price
But my granddaddy's sweat is the salt
In the red clay floor
And they'll have to drag my shadow
Through that busted up screen door
I've got a pocket full of nothing
And a heart like a rusty chain
Just waiting on the thunder
And the mercy of the rain
You can't pull a man down
When he's already on his knees
Working for the harvest
While he's howling at the breeze
The wind might break the branches
But the spirit won't be hurt
As long as I've got these callous hands
And roots in the dirt
There's a bottle on the table
And a Bible on the shelf
One's for the devil
And the other's for my better self
The coal mines took my brother
And the winter took the grain
But the scars upon my knuckles
Are the road map of my pain
I'm a stubborn piece of timber
That the fire couldn't burn
I've lived through every lesson
That the hard way had to learn
You can't pull a man down
When he's already on his knees
Working for the harvest
While he's howling at the breeze
The wind might break the branches
But the spirit won't be hurt
As long as I've got these callous hands
And roots in the dirt
It's a long way to the bottom
But it's a longer way to climb
I'm trading in my teardrops
For a nickel and a dime
Let the storm clouds gather
Let the lightning strike the ground
I'm buried deep in justice
And I ain't ever coming down
Yeah the roots go deep
Under the highway under the breeze
They can't kill what they can't see
Roots in the dirt just leave them be
