Hanging by the Roots

Lyrics for Hanging by the Roots

His hands were both tied He smiled at his daughter They all knew it would come to this day They asked for his last words He didn't even bother Just thought about what his father always said Son in this business, you'll never find a place For favors, forgiveness or grace Are you bound to find hope, or just become a victim of the rope? Sammy had a mind So bright and full of wonder She always had a story to tell It all began to change when she found the holy spirit And soon become the story herself Hеr mother cried in the kitchеn As they carried her out the door A legacy baptised in a liquor store If we only lose hope, we're bound to be the victim of a rope The sycamore keeps growing as we water it with blood And hold on for secrets that we bury in the mud We can burn it to the ground or climb up the branches To decorate a house on fire But no matter what we choose, in the end We're hanging by the roots