Every Man Has a Right - Cultural Roots

Every man has a woman who loves him Rain or shine or life or death If he finds her in this lifetime He will know when he presses his ear to her breast Why do I roam when I know you're the one? Why do I laugh when I feel like crying? Every woman has a man who loves her Rise or fall of her life and in death If she finds him in this lifetime She will know when she looks into his eyes Why do I roam when I know you're the one? Why do I run when I feel like holding you? Every man has a woman who loves him If he finds her in this lifetime He will know

Every man has a woman who loves him In rain or shine or life or death If he finds her in this lifetime He will know when he presses his ear to her breast Why do I roam when I know you're the one? Why do I laugh when I feel like crying? Every woman has a man who loves her Rise or fall of her life and death If she finds him in this lifetime She will know when she looks into his eyes Why do I roam when I know you're the one? Why do I run when I feel like holding you? Every man has a woman who loves him If he finds her in this lifetime He will know

I rode a horse named Whiskey, I thought I could trust 'Til she pinned her ears back and just like a whip crack She left me in the dust I was cruisin' on my Harley, enjoyin' the breeze I got hit head on and thrown Lord knows it should've killed me Every scar has a story and leaves its mark Guess you could say I'm the king of takin' things way too far Now I thought I knew pain, ain't nothin' I ain't been through But when I met you girl, I fell hard Every scar has a story, just ask my heart I remember that mornin' I saw your face Turnin' down a side street Somethin' inside me said don't let her get away And those nights that followed, they still haunt me 'Cause they were some of the best I'll never forget how good it used to be Every scar has a story and leaves its mark Guess you could say I'm the king of takin' things way too far Now I thought I knew pain, ain't nothin' I ain't been through But when I met you girl, I fell hard Every scar has a story, just ask my heart They say old wounds heal with time and they get better But the hurts you left on me will last forever Every scar has a story and leaves its mark Guess you could say I'm the king of takin' things way too far I thought I knew pain, ain't nothin' I ain't been through But when I met you girl, I fell hard Every scar has a story, just ask my heart Every scar has a story, just ask my heart Hmm, Just ask my heart

Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots I believe in our fate, we don't need to fake It's all we wanna be, watch me freak I say we're growing every day, getting stronger in every way I'll take you to a place where we shall find our Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Rain, bring me the strength to get to another day And all I want to see, set us free Why can't you see? Can't you feel? This is real I pray, we don't need to change our ways to be saved That's all we wanna be, watch us freak

Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots I believe in our fate We don't need to fake It's all we wanna be Watch me freak I say we're growing every day Getting stronger in every way I'll take you to a place Like honesty Roots, bloody Roots Roots, bloody Roots Roots, bloody Roots Roots, bloody Roots Rain bring me the strength To get to another day And all I want to see Set us free WhyCan't you see Can't you feel This is real Ahh I pray we don't need to change Our ways to be saved That all I want to be Watch me freak

Now I can say that, ah, they was not expecting this I know a God-fearing woman that ain't scared to get dirty And keep it real witcha even if the truth might hurt ya Go to church e'ry Sunday just to hear the preacher man And then she gone, but then she be right, uh, hold up I know a God-fearing woman that ain't scared to get dirty And keep it real witcha even if the truth might hurt ya Hold ya down when them hard times come And she never let nothing come between you, God and her purpose (Rae) God bless them girls with some roots Raised in a small town Make them boys shake in their boots, yeah (yes, ma'am) Workin' hard for the money, but still bringing home honey A little bit of mama's attitude with a lot of hot mess God bless them girls with some roots God bless them girls with some roots (God bless) Yeah, love this one They don't never give you credit when the credit is due And you don't have to have the compliments to know that it's true You walk around like you're confident in what you got goin' Like a boss 'cause you already know that it's you Work hard for the money when your pocket's a drought (yep) Being careful with the words coming outta ya mouth Country girl with a lil' slang whenever she talk and kinda sassy 'Cause she know what she talkin' about, yeah God bless them girls with some roots Raised in a small town (raise it up) Make them boys shake in their boots, yeah (yes, ma'am) Workin' hard for the money (workin' hard for the money) But still bringing home honey A little bit of mama's attitude with a lot of hot mess God bless them girls with some roots (yeah) God bless them girls with some roots (girl in boots) C'mon on, Lathan, let's bring it to 'em It don't matter who she around (nope) She'll still be the same person in front of any crowd Too classy to run with the fakes And she walk like she got it going on with her own lil' style, c'mon Rae (oh stop it) God bless them girls with some roots (bless it up, yeah) Raised in a small town (small town) Make them boys shake in their boots, yeah (got them boys really shakin') (yes, ma'am) And workin' hard for the money (workin' hard, I see you workin' hard for it) But still bringing home honey (still bring home the honey) A little bit of mama's attitude with a lot of hot mess (yeah, I see ya right there, ooh) God bless them girls with some roots God bless them girls with some roots (some roots, yeah) God bless them girls with some roots

I'm still running 33's up underneath this truck Even though rush hour concrete is the only place I'm getting stuck Ain't on the farm no more but on a stretch of sunny days I still catch myself looking up at the sky Praying for a little rain No I can't outrun these roots Even if I wanted to Cause they run too strong, run too deep Cutting right through the heart of me No it don't matter where I plant these boots Can't outrun these roots I can't outrun these roots There's still that back-home part of me, that can't help but see things a little different Like how there ain't no need to put a 'G' on the end of huntin' or fishin' And I still got granddaddy's bible, his old rifle and his name But I also got his pour a little more Coarsin' through my veins No I can't outrun these roots Even if I wanted to Cause they run too strong, run too deep Cutting right through the heart of me No it don't matter where I plant these boots I can't outrun these roots Thank God I can't They're tangled up in every part of who I am Without 'em I know I don't stand a chance I can't outrun these roots I can't outrun these roots Cause they run too strong, run too deep Cutting right through the heart of me No it don't matter where I plant these boots Can't outrun these roots I can't outrun these roots