Roots
Oh, oh
You heard the news, sweet child
I've slaughtered all them swines
I left it burnin'
Gone to New York
There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
There was a rabble
And I was weak for a while
I'll never be as good as you so
I got a ride and
I hitched out for new yards
There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It's aching each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my hands down
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)
You heard the news, sweet child
The world is mad, we're runnin' wild
Hop on ride and
Get off at New York
There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord
I wish there'd been another way
Wish there'd been another way
Wish I'd stayed, but
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It's aching each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my hands down
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)
Where will I dig my roots? (Oh)
Where will I dig my roots?
You heard the news, sweet child
I've slaughtered all them swines
I left it burnin'
Gone to New York
There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
There was a rabble
And I was weak for a while
I'll never be as good as you so
I got a ride and
I hitched out for new yards
There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It's aching each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my hands down
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)
You heard the news, sweet child
The world is mad, we're runnin' wild
Hop on ride and
Get off at New York
There will be no more violence in the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord
I wish there'd been another way
Wish there'd been another way
Wish I'd stayed, but
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It's aching each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my hands down
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)
Where will I dig my roots? (Oh)
Where will I dig my roots?
Credits
Writer(s): Karen Marie Orsted, Nick Labajewska Madsen, Hasse Herold Moeller, Adam Apel Ashtiani
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