Connor Daly - Roots Lyrics

I still cast lines every Sunday
And stop at the diner when we're done, and
I grew to like those corn grits
I guess I am my father's son
Just 'cause we stopped saving seats for you
Don't mean that you ain't right there in those rooms, 'cause
I love the changing of the seasons
Just like you do
And I still fill that fireplace with wood I cut up with you
I know I'll never be him
But I'll try to fill those boots
'Cause a storm came and your tree blew down too soon
But you left behind good roots
I still take drives in the country
Sit down and watch the river run
There's not a day that goes by I don't see
Your shadow painted by that sun
Just 'cause we stopped saving seats for you
Don't mean that you ain't right there in those rooms, 'cause
I love the changing of the seasons
Just like you do
And I still fill that fireplace with wood I cut up with you
I know I'll never be him
But I'll try to fill those boots
'Cause a storm came and your tree blew down too soon
But you left behind good roots
I don't just tell someone I love 'em, I show 'em what I mean
It's one of those things from you that stuck on me, 'cause
I love the changing of the seasons
Just like you do
And I still fill that fireplace with wood I cut up with you
I know I'll never be him
But I'll try to fill those boots
'Cause a storm came and your tree blew down too soon
But you left behind good roots
Thank God for your roots