Roe Back to the roots, that's where I'm bound I left my heart, back in that old town Left home the day, I turned eighteen, A hitch-hiking fool, chasing a dream chorus; But it's back to the roots again, Iv'e seen all I want to see, Of this old world outside my picket fence back home Yes it's back to the roots again Berry picking, and fishing, And sunday dinners like it used to be back then A shine on my boots, a part in my hair, Feeling inside like I'm already there Cause in my mind, I'm standing tall, On that hill, where I played when i was small This greyhound bus, is moving fast, And i'm feeling good cause I know it's my last I'll soon be home, back with my kin, Telling them all, about the places I've been