Roots

Oh oh You heard the news, sweet child I've slaughtered all them swines I left it burnin' Gone to New York There will be no more violence in the house of your heart In the house of your heart There was a rabble And I was weak for a while I'll never be as good as you so I got a ride and I hitched out for new yards There will be no more violence in the house of your heart In the name of the Lord Oh, oh, baby Where will I dig my roots? It's aching each time that I think of you I wish for a better day to come around Wanna shake my hands down Show you what you found (oh) I wish for a better day to come around So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head Oh Oh You heard the news, sweet child The world is mad, we're runnin' wild Hop on ride and Get off at New York There will be no more violence in the house of your heart In the house of your heart In the name of the Lord I wish there'd been another way Wish there'd been another way Wish I'd stayed, but Oh, oh, baby Where will I dig my roots? It's aching each time that I think of you I wish for a better day to come around Wanna shake my hands down Show you what you found (oh) I wish for a better day to come around So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh) Where will I dig my roots? (Oh) Where will I dig my roots? --- Roots - MØ