VibeFoundry - Jimmy's Roots and Ruin | Southern Rock

"Jimmy's Roots and Ruin" pays tribute to a man born in the red clay of Georgia who made history as a farmer, a sailor, and a president. This song captures his journey—from his southern roots, through his rise to power, to the challenges that defined his leadership. Jimmy Carter stood for values like humility, hard work, and faith, deeply rooted in the South, but his time in leadership brought struggles that sparked mixed opinions. This is not a song of judgment or adoration, but a reflection on his story as one of our own—a southern man who tried, stumbled, and remained true to his roots.

Lyrics:
Born in Georgia, where the red clay runs,
A farmer’s boy working in the sun.
From peanut fields to the halls of power,
He rose so high but lost his hour.

Jimmy tried, but the fight was rough,
The gas ran out, and the times got tough.
He meant no harm, but the South grew cold,
A man of roots, but the story’s told.

He talked of peace in a time of war,
But the world wanted more and slammed the door.
The fields back home knew his name,
But in Washington, he lost the game.

A southern man with a heavy load,
Carried dreams, but they crushed the road.
You can build your house on southern land,
But power turns even the purest man.

The South turned back when the gas ran dry,
And the hostages stayed while he tried and tried.
He fought for justice, but they saw him weak,
A man with a heart, but a voice too meek.

Jimmy tried, but the fight was rough,
The gas ran out, and the times got tough.
He meant no harm, but the South grew cold,
A man of roots, but the story’s told.

Years rolled on, and his hands stayed true,
Building homes for folks who’d been through.
Back to Plains, where he found his rest,
Among the oaks where he gave his best.

Now he’s gone, but the lessons stay,
A southern man who lost his way.
He rose to lead but couldn’t hold,
The South remembers, both warm and cold.

Jimmy tried, but the fight was rough,
The gas ran out, and the times got tough.
He meant no harm, but the South grew cold,
A man of roots, but the story’s told.

Through red clay roads, his shadow lies,
A man who lived, a man who tried.
Jimmy Carter, the South’s own son,
Loved and lost, but his time is done.

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