Roll Tide Roots

My roots are in Alabama sod,

I’m Southern by the grace of God.

Sweet tea blood, red clay soul,

Raised where the gospel and gridiron roll.

Bear Bryant taught me pride runs deep,

Where tradition don’t break, and legends sleep.

From the houndstooth hat to the Crimson tide,

My team stands tall — and we yell it wide:

Roll Tide through the fields and the fight,

On Saturdays under those Tuscaloosa lights.

From the front porch prayers to the stadium roar,

We don’t walk soft — we storm the floor.

It ain’t just a game, it’s the Southern way,

It’s how we were raised, it’s how we pray.

With fire in our hearts and God on our side,

We hold that line — and Roll Tide.

Backroads taught me how to steer,

Faith and football, year to year.

Granddad’s stories 'round the firelight,

Of tough times, strong minds, and Friday night.

Sunday church, then Sunday plays,

Monday morning we still blaze.

We wear our pride, ain’t gotta hide —

It’s stitched in crimson deep inside.

It’s more than chants and painted signs,

It’s roots and blood through family lines.

When life gets rough and the road gets wide,

We dig down deep… and Roll Tide.

Roll Tide through the highs and the lows,

Through the heartbreak, through the glory shows.

With heads held high and spirits wide,

We rise as one — Alabama pride.

It’s not just a cheer, it’s a way of life,

Through every joy and every strife.

With faith in our veins and hearts open wide,

We live, we fight — and Roll Tide.

Yeah, I was raised where legends ride…

Where the soil runs red…

And every soul knows how to say it proud:

Roll Tide.