Lyrics:
And the Dutch came through and killed them off for the rubber tree
King Leopold, city built from a sea of Gold
The RZA rector still trading on a silky road
Down the road where the black top ends,
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends,
We're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles,
Through The Country', let's go John
Down the road where the black top ends
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends
We're used to gravel roads
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
a few tears, I travelled that road
Went from walking on gravel, now I'm riding on vogues
50M's in the bank, I get me 200, I'm gone
Still so close
Black smoke rollin' from a one-ton diesel
Pedal to the metal gravel goes up flyin'
Come high noon it's back to the grindstone
Back breaking soul
Backyard, half-chared ribs on a rack
Back-road running, getting dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go
When the sun goes down in Nashville
Go out that Memphis highway
Between Centerville and Dickson on the
Gravel roads and byways
They'll be running off
with egg yolks and get soaked
And she said can you teach me to cope
The pearls from the oldest oaks flows are dope and nope
I ain't got the antidote
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
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
The road less traveled
Knowing it's a gamble
But I still choose the gravel
Still choose life
In the valley of the shadow
Built for the battle
With angels I
put her into Spencer on time."
He turned and said to his black greasy fireman
"Shovel on some more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
You
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
hopes where the people could fly
Past judges and black cloaks, gavels, yards with gravel
Hazardous alleyways, smoke in the labyrinth
Annie are you
of the Greenwood
As the birds sing blithe 'til the end of the day
As the sunlight died
On the brow of the Greenwood
There she spied a young maid by the road was
on time"
Then he look 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
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
to feel effects of stardom
Plus I drank last night my head is throbbing
Watch out for my tape cuz soon it's dropping
Three years down the road I'm yachting
All by myself
I don't need no
Nobody else
I'm stuck in my comfort
I don't need no
Nobody help
Nikkas asking for a walk through
A walk through that
every now and then, I gotta get my rocks off
If you wanna make gravel, you go where the rocks are
There was a dime by the juke box, baby
Sippin on a PBR,
Casena's Song by Payson Lyon
I still hear that melody rockin' on Casena's knee
That's the way she cradled me off to sleep
She was black as brushy
Spanish Harlem is my home
As we drink our Pabst we watch the trains roll by
Arkansas is so far away
I got on a plane this morning and now I'm here
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