Roots in the Blood
Rowan Ketchum
Folk
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Gentle acoustic strumming sets the foundation for this intimate folk track, paired with live instrumentation like fiddle and harmonica that captures a raw, communal feel. Narrative lyrics trace family heritage through evocative storytelling, delivered via organic vocals that radiate warmth and authenticity. Stripped-down production preserves the emotional depth of generational bonds in a live-room intimacy.
Lyrics
Mag a sticker on the door Almond to the face A mark amount the march before the race Ruthless rumble, windpipe noise Get up and get on your feet Burnt out freedom still we greet Caught in the cornfield Oh, the blood that runs deep and true Family heritage Only heritage pulling me to you Roots that hold me steady through the storm In every heartbeat Forever warm Oh-oh-oh-oh Eyes that saw the seasons turn to gold Voices soft with tales yet to be told Strength and fragile moments passed along A quiet fire where I belong Through the years the circle never breaks Generations calling wide awake What they gave I carry in my soul Making me whole Oh, the blood that runs deep and true Family heritage Only heritage pulling me to you Roots that hold me steady through the storm In every heartbeat Forever warm Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Matt a sticker on the door Forever mine In the weave of time
Roots in the Blood
Rowan Ketchum
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