I'm still running thirty-threes up underneath this truck, even though Rush hour concrete's the only place I'm getting stuck Ain't on the farm no more but on a stretch of sunny days I still catch myself looking up at the sky Praying for a little rain No, I can't outrun these roots Even if I wanted to 'Cause they run too strong, run too deep Cutting right through the heart of me No, it don't matter where I plant these boots I can't outrun these roots I can't outrun these roots There's still that back home part of me That can't help but see things a little different Like how there ain't no need To put a G on the end of huntin' or fishin' And I still got granddaddy's bible, his old rifle, and his name But I also got his: Pour a little more Coursin' through my veins No, I can't outrun these roots Even if I wanted to 'Cause they run too strong, run too deep Cutting right through the heart of me No, it don't matter where I plant these boots I can't outrun these roots Thank God I can't They're tangled up in every part of who I am Without 'em I know I don't stand a chance I can't outrun these roots I can't outrun these roots 'Cause they run too strong, run too deep Cutting right through the heart of me No, it don't matter where I plant these boots I can't outrun these roots I can't outrun these roots