Roots

[Verse 1]
Roots is a come-as-you-are little dive bar at 18th and Sinclair
Got the neon on 24/7, there ain't one stranger in there
Don't play nothin' but country on the jukebox
Don't pour nothin' but the ice-cold good stuff
Step one boot through the door
Swear you just got home

[Chorus]
When it's my time to be called up on the other side of the clouds
I hope there's swinging doors and sawdust on that holy ground
With sinners, saints, and neighbors sharin' stories on bar stools
I pray Heaven's less like church and a little more like Roots

[Verse 2]
I've taught about Jesus more in this room than I ever have on a pew
Don't have to hide my broken heart or cover up these tattoos
I'm a believer in all that matters is the Good Lord's anywhere two or more gather
This roof ain't got no steeple
But it's wall-to-wall with these people

[Chorus]
When it's my time to be called up on the other side of the clouds
I hope there's swinging doors and sawdust on that holy ground
With sinners, saints, and neighbors sharin' stories on bar stools
I pray Heaven's less like church and a little more like Roots

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
When it's my time to be called up on the other side of the clouds
I hope there's swinging doors and sawdust on that holy ground
With sinners, saints, and neighbors sharin' stories on bar stools
I pray Heaven's less like church and a little more like Roots
I pray Heaven's less like church and a little more like

[Outro]
Roots is a come-as-you-are little dive bar at 18th and Sinclair