Roots Music Report

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Lyrics

Twenty-nine years, and a very sensitive life,
And still I don’t rule from an eagle’s home, an eagle’s throne baby.
Yeah my daddy said it’s so simple beyond belief,
My mama said talk to him, and you’ll always reach.
But if I was raised to be chased by such fame,
Then how come I don’t see mighty mountains just callin’ my name.

I can touch the rocket’s red glare,
I can taste the purple mountain majesties if I dare.
With the touch of my hand I can build sweet castles in the air that’ll last forever more,
Yeah but if I can’t sing and soar baby,
Then you tell me what the hell this eagle’s world is for.

But I’ll wait my time in this eagle’s world,
Give my last dime for an eagle girl,
But I’ll do fine in this eagle’s world.
And one day I’m gonna rise in this eagle’s world,
One day I’m gonna fly on an eagle’s wings,
One day I’m gonna die,
That’ll be the scene.

There’s a lotta things left to see,
There’s a lotta damn things that I’ll never be,
Just as long as this eagle’s world blues has its hooks in me,
Hooks in me.