Car Wheels On a Gravel Road

Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon

Loretta's singing on the radio

Smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon

Car wheels on a gravel road

Pull the curtains back and look outside

Somebody somewhere don't know

Come on now, child, we're gonna go for a ride

Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels on a gravel road

Can't find a damn thing in this place

Nothing's where I left it before

Set of keys and a dusty suitcase

Car wheels on a gravel road

There goes the screen door slamming shut

You better do what you're told

When I get back, this room better be picked up

Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels on a gravel road

Low hum of voices in the front seat

Stories nobody knows

Got folks in Jackson we're going to meet

Car wheels on a gravel road

Cotton fields stretching miles and miles

Hank's voice on the radio

The telephone poles, trees, and wires fly on by

Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels on a gravel road

Broken down shacks, engine parts

Could tell a lie, but my heart would know

Listen to the dogs barkin' in the yard

Car wheels on a gravel road

Child in the backseat about four or five years

Lookin' out the window

Little bit of dirt mixed with tears

Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels on a gravel road