That Ole Gravel Road Was Easy Street

(альбом: The Journey - 2004)

When I was eight years old
I tried to leave the farm
I flew a homemade plane
Out of the loft of the barn
If I could go back now
You couldn't pay me to leave
'Cause that old gravel road was easy street

We were a four-dog family
With some dreams and a flat-bed truck
That ole school bus would rattle and shake
When it would pick us up
Those creek bank rocks
Were hard on our feet
But that ole gravel road was easy street

That ole gravel road was easy street
They used to say we were poor
But we were rich as we could be
We were down on our luck
But we were up to our necks in homemade love
That ole gravel road was easy street

I thought having it made
Was growing up
Moving off to town, getting' married
And going to work
But those sidewalks
Ain't all they're cracked up to be
That ole gravel road was easy street