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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
Old Raven had a lunch of cheese
And sly fox did smell it in the breeze
The fox looked up and sweetly spoke

O Raven, on your perch of oak
Your
on time
He turned around and said to his black greasy fireman
Just shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
You can watch
on time

He turned around and said to his black greasy fireman
Just shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
You can
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
on time"

He looked round and said to his black, greasy fireman
Shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
You can watch old 97
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
the gravel flies
He don't know what's waiting here this time

Yeah, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
If he wants
in the drive, the gravel flies
He don't know what's waiting here this time

Yeah, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light
on time 
Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman shovel on a little more coal 
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97
in the drive, the gravel flies
He don't know what's waiting here this time

Yeah, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light
on time 
Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman shovel on a little more coal 
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97
white oak mountain
 You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll"
 It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
 In a line on a three mile grade
 It was
white oak mountain
 You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll"
 It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
 In a line on a three mile grade
 It was
And when we cross that white oak mountain You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll" It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville In a line on a three mile
by the gravel road
He'd hum that song as he walked along with the faraway look in his eyes
And he sat there by the road all day watched them fine
that old White Oak Mountain
You can just watch Old 97 roll."

It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville,
And the lie was a three-mile
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
blazin' through and my clothes in tatters
And the railroad look like a "why" up the hill of ladders

One shoe fell on the gravel
One stick poked down
Gray
matters

My skin's blazin' through
'N my clothes in tatters
'N the railroad looks
Like uh "why" up the hill of ladders

One shoe fell on the gravel
matters
My skin's blazin' through
'N my clothes in tatters
'N the railroad looked
Like uh "why" up the hill of ladders
One shoe fell on the gravel
One
in the drive, the gravel flies
He don't know what's waiting here this time

Yeah, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light
of
Gunpowder and lead

It's half past ten, another six pack in
And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind
He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies
He don't
the light brown hair
Night is falling like a bloody axe
Lies and rumors and the wind at my back
Hand on the wheel gravel on the road
Will the pawn shop sell
Wild flowers n gravel pit towers,
Pecan-smoke 2 meat barbecue.
Shotgun shack by the roadside,
Blacktop Texas is everything it will be.
Loop road