American Roots

Tell me about your family tree
If we start digging, where′s it gonna lead?
Is it far from here, beneath your feet?
Tell me about your family tree
And tell me about your mom and dad
And their moms and dads and their moms and dads
How many trains and planes and horses back
Did they take to give you the life you have?

So you're here, standing in the land of freedom
Miles and miles and miles underneath your boots
Every route leads back to the Garden of Eden
And they′re all, all American roots

Tell me about what they passed down
Your grandma's ring and your grandpa's brown eyes
A piece of paper for a piece of ground
Keep passing on through, keep passing it down

So you′re here, standing in the land of freedom
Miles and miles and miles underneath your boots
Every route leads back to the Garden of Eden
And they′re all, all American roots

It's the light that we′re all looking for
The light above that golden door
And when you step foot onto that shore
It's no more mine than it is yours
No more mine than it is yours
No, it′s no more mine than it is

If you're here, standing in the land of freedom
Miles and miles and miles underneath your boots
Every route leads back to the Garden of Eden
And they′re all
Yeah, you're all, all American roots