Roots - Small Sur

The preacher spoke

About the lord my daddy’d come to know

Saved a couple souls

For the lord my daddy didn’t know

And then we buried him in the corn field

Oh the roots they hold his soul

They hold his soul

When the crops grow

Oh my daddy, he makes himself known

I said when the crops grow

Oh my daddy, he makes himself known

And now he’s buried in the cornfield

Oh the roots they hold his soul

They hold his soul