Roots and Wings - Miranda Lambert

I got red dirt stains

On my boots and jeans

Callused fingers

From my guitar strings

Wild like the wind

In the tall pine trees

I’ve got roots

And I got wings

I raise my glass

On a Saturday night

I thank the Lord above

On my Sunday drive

For daddy’s hands

And momma’s dreams

He gave me roots

She gave me wings

He said: «run on love

And run on life

And plant some seeds

Until you’re tired

Don’t take anything at all for granted»

She said: «raise your hands

And raise your babies

Be yourself

And never change it

Be everything you ever want to be»

He said: «run on love

And run on life

And plant some seeds

Until you’re tired

Don’t take anything at all for granted»

She said: «raise your hands

And raise your babies

Be yourself

And never change it

Be everything you ever want to be»

I saddle up

When I get down

Sing every night

In a different town

And I’ve got a man who wears my ring

And I got roots

And I got wings

Yeah I got roots

I got wings