Lyrics:
Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree down by the lake
hand under the old oak trees
Take me back to the winding river
Where the sun sets and the memories shiver
Country roads where my heart belongs
Singing
been in Arkansas with her ailin' pa
Ain't nobody home that way
(Ha ha, 'cept Abell)
Now, I don't mean nothing by what I say
But if you won't say it, I
by
Cause if it dies then it will fail to preserve precious life
A young fool drags a deathwish across a gravel road to nowhere
No one tries to stop
Green leaves painted white, Roses hard as stone
Snow blows soft and slow on a gravel road
In the southern snow
I walk down by the Baptist church
hope my fallen soul will be redeemed by my travels
We walk over stones on this road made of gravel
Won't let these thoughts be repressed if I can't best
the city to the sticks
A-T-L to the muddy Miss
Florida swamp, gator meat
Winding roads, gravel streets
Ham and grits, collard greens
Timbo boots, Levi jeans
This old gravel road
Where we used to roam
How could we know
It was our cornerstone?
A knock on the door
A creak in the floor
The lawn's overgrown
By
roads like this
It's the roads I miss
Views from, needles highway
Black hills, as far as skyways
Yellowstone, not far from home
Just pack-up and leave
the smoke stack
Put the gas hole in make em all smokey
Cups in the sky everytime I ride by.
All the girls wanna ride,
Go ahead and climb inside.
Black
The tourists had long ago stopped frequenting the Giant Tiger
Thrift Centre on East Boleskin Road, mainly because of the
rude staff, but also because most items
Alabama
But tonight Mississippi wouldn't touch her
With a ten-foot pole
I could tell by the way that the client el scattered
When she walked in that bar,
Ribbons of gravel, winding round those hills
Wrapped in wheat and willow trees
Forest of oak so fine
Pastures and ponds and Pine
Black-eyed Susans
name
'Cause
Judging by that gravel flyin' and that goodbye smoke
I'm 'bout to learn how far a never-coming-back road goes
You're in the clear, I'm
celebrate that we survive so
we can kill what we survive, but black funereality
be mad sometimes at how it be surviving, which it
won't stop. frustrated by
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
is more more more
Stuck in the Gold Rush
Big black tires down that gravel road
Stuck in the Gold Rush
No Lucky strikes just dust & dirt
No 501's
the stoupe is
Yeah, told 'em, have gun will travel
Blowing herb metals, black son still gravel
Bronzeman, oblong javelins in my cabinet
Detroit submit
There are green meadows
And large oaks
Ray's on the skin
And roads to follow home
I'm standing on this shore
I can see the tracks of time
The dreams I
the blackness of the night
Calling me back to my childhood
Down here in Black River Swamp
Saw my name carved on a big oak tree
Down there by the fishing
stretches out east of town
The smell of alfalfa and the taste of dust
A far cry from living in the upper crust
Out by the river where the black top ends
different, I've been different
Most of you will follow shit when I'm rolling with the vintage
Persona is a myth like starting with the gravel gang
Your saga is
in the drive, the gravel flies
He don't know what's waiting here this time
Hey, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light
in the drive, the gravel flies
He don't know what's waiting here this time
Hey, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light
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