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 became the story herself

Her mother cried in the kitchen
As they carried her out the door
A legacy baptized 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 holds all the 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
No matter what we choose in the end, we're hanging by the roots