It goes back as far as 93
When seed hit soil and roots ran deep
It was ready or not here I come
There's the road where we road our bikes too fast
Stayed out all night making memories last
Back before my life was far from tough
There's the pool hall where my friends would meet
Talk music girls and everything between
Wondering where this road was headed for me
It don't matter where I end up
It don't matter where I go
I've been a lot of places
But this one is my home
There's bruises on this tree
And the leaves aren't always pretty
My blood runs through the roots of carter city
That barn hold a million memories
From my first toke to second base
With a girl I swore I loved but never said anything
We'd take guitars and beer as far as we could
Let these broke down cars drive as far as they would
Forget the world and get lost in time
It don't matter where I end up
It don't matter where I go
I've been a lot of places
But this one is my home
There's bruises on this tree
And the leaves aren't always pretty
My blood runs through the roots of carter city
Out in the middle of nowhere
Is where I find myself
It makes damn good sense to me
If it don't nobody else
Barely five hundred people
That make up my tiny town
And its where my story ends
When they lay me in the ground
There are bruises on this tree
And the leaves aren't always pretty
My blood runs through the roots
It don't matter where I end up
It don't matter where I go
I've been a lot of places
But this one is my home
There's bruises on this tree
And the leaves aren't always pretty
But my blood runs through the roots of carter city
My blood runs through the roots of carter city