Kentucky Roots

It started round a table
Where heads would bow to pray
Hands gathered round in circle
And give thanks for that day
Multi-generations
Would all gather here
Time never seemed to matter
In them old wicker chairs

Kentucky roots
They'd call me home
Where the bluegrass
Would slowly grow
Porch Swings, crawdad holes
Those cement steps
Red concrete posts
Trips to the Dog Walk Store
Left me never wanting more
Than to come home to
My old Kentucky roots

Sundays were the day for prayer
At Antioch, in church upon the hill
Then family would gather for dinner
Till stomachs and hearts had their fill
Laughter, and stories
From days long gone
These are the moments
That made it feel like home

Kentucky roots
They'd call me home
Where the bluegrass
Would slowly grow
Porch Swings, crawdad holes
Those cement steps
Red concrete posts
Trips to the Dog Walk Store
Left me never wanting more
Than to come home to
My old Kentucky roots

But now those days are gone
And the table's not as full
The wicker chairs sit empty
And the porch swing lost its pull
The old church in Antioch
Is now just a memory
And I can't help but feel
A sense of longing

Kentucky roots
They'd call me home
Where the bluegrass
Would slowly grow
Porch Swings, crawdad holes
Those cement steps
Red concrete posts
Trips to the Dog Walk Store
Left me never wanting more
Than to come home to
My old Kentucky roots

When my time comes
When the good Lord calls me home
Share the joys of time since passed
And weep not, for I'm not gone
I've only traveled back home to
My old Kentucky roots
You may lay my body down to rest
With my old kin folk in my old

Kentucky roots
They'd call me home
Where the bluegrass
Would slowly grow
Porch Swings, crawdad holes
Those cement steps
Red concrete posts
Trips to the Dog Walk Store
Left me never wanting more
Than to come home to
My old Kentucky roots

For when I die
Bring me back home to
My Old Kentucky roots

Yes, when I die
Bring me back home to
My Old Kentucky roots