 |
|
 |
|
Puttin' New Roots Down
Oh, I've been called a rambler, well, I've been called a rogue
A lonesome highway traveler, always on the road
I've felt the sting of the winter wind, turned my collar to the cold
And I've waded in warm water on the Guld of Mexico.
I've always like my freedom of being on my own
I'd love 'em and I'd leave 'em but then you came along
You've changed my way of thinking, you turned me right around
Now my mind's on you, baby and I'm puttin' new roots down.
I'm puttin' new roots down, deep down in the ground
I wanna raise kids instead of raising cane
When you tell me that you love me, I like the way it sounds
You're the reason why I'm puttin' new roots down.
--- Instrumental ---
Oh, some say I'm a drifter, say I'm a rolling stone
But now that I'm called daddy I've lost the urge to roam
I'd have to say it makes my day when we lay down at night
When you wrap both arms around me, you keep me satisfied.
I'm puttin' new roots down, deep down in the ground
I wanna raise kids instead of raising cane
When you tell me that you love me, I like the way it sounds
You're the reason why I'm puttin' new roots down.
You're the reason why I'm puttin' new roots down...
|
|
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
You're the reason why I'm puttin' new roots down...
You're the reason why I'm puttin' new roots down.
When you tell me that you love me, I like the way it sounds
I wanna raise kids instead of raising cane
I'm puttin' new roots down, deep down in the ground
When you wrap both arms around me, you keep me satisfied.
I'd have to say it makes my day when we lay down at night
But now that I'm called daddy I've lost the urge to roam
Oh, some say I'm a drifter, say I'm a rolling stone
--- Instrumental ---
You're the reason why I'm puttin' new roots down.
When you tell me that you love me, I like the way it sounds
I wanna raise kids instead of raising cane
I'm puttin' new roots down, deep down in the ground
Now my mind's on you, baby and I'm puttin' new roots down.
You've changed my way of thinking, you turned me right around
I'd love 'em and I'd leave 'em but then you came along
I've always like my freedom of being on my own
And I've waded in warm water on the Guld of Mexico.
I've felt the sting of the winter wind, turned my collar to the cold
A lonesome highway traveler, always on the road
Oh, I've been called a rambler, well, I've been called a rogue
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| PPuttin' NNew RRoots DDown |
| uttin' ew oots own |
| uPttin' eNw oRots oDwn |
| 0uttin' mew doots xown |
| 0Puttin' mNew dRoots xDown |
| P0uttin' Nmew Rdoots Dxown |
|
| luttin' hew 4oots eown |
| lPuttin' hNew 4Roots eDown |
| Pluttin' Nhew R4oots Deown |
| outtin' jew goots fown |
| oPuttin' jNew gRoots fDown |
| Pouttin' Njew Rgoots Dfown |
|
| Puuttin' bew toots rown |
| Pttin' bNew tRoots rDown |
| Ptutin' Nbew Rtoots Drown |
| Phttin' Neew 5oots cown |
| Phuttin' Nw 5Roots cDown |
| Puhttin' Nwe R5oots Dcown |
|
| P7ttin' Nsw foots sown |
| P7uttin' Nsew fRoots sDown |
| Pu7ttin' Nesw Rfoots Dsown |
| Pkttin' N3w eoots Doown |
| Pkuttin' N3ew eRoots Dwn |
| Pukttin' Ne3w Reoots Dwon |
|
| Pittin' Nfw Rooots Dkwn |
| Piuttin' Nfew Rots Dkown |
| Puittin' Nefw Roots Dokwn |
| P8ttin' Nrw Rkots D9wn |
| P8uttin' Nrew Rkoots D9own |
| Pu8ttin' Nerw Rokots Do9wn |
|
| Pjttin' N4w R9ots D0wn |
| Pjuttin' N4ew R9oots D0own |
| Pujttin' Ne4w Ro9ots Do0wn |
| Pyttin' Ndw R0ots Dlwn |
| Pyuttin' Ndew R0oots Dlown |
| Puyttin' Nedw Ro0ots Dolwn |
|
| Putttin' Nww Rlots Diwn |
| Putin' Nwew Rloots Diown |
| Puttin' Neww Rolots Doiwn |
| Puftin' Riots Dowwn |
| Pufttin' Ne Rioots Don |
| Putftin' New Roiots Donw |
|
| Pu5tin' Nea Doan |
| Pu5ttin' Neaw Doawn |
| Put5tin' Newa Rotos Dowan |
| Puhtin' Ne3 Rokts Do3n |
| Do3wn |
| Puthtin' New3 Rookts Dow3n |
|
| Puytin' Ned Ro9ts Dodn |
| Dodwn |
| Putytin' Newd Roo9ts Dowdn |
| Pu6tin' Nee Ro0ts Doen |
| Pu6ttin' Doewn |
| Put6tin' Newe Roo0ts Dowen |
|
| Pugtin' Nes Rolts Dosn |
| Pugttin' Doswn |
| Putgtin' News Roolts Dowsn |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|