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 I 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 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 barking in the yard Car wheels on a gravel road Child in the backseat, 'bout 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