Lyrics:

by Lucinda Williams John Ciambotti bass guitarDonald Lindley dr
umsGurf Morlix guitarBuddy Miller mando guitarvocalsSittin in the kitcken a house in MaconLoretta's singing on
the radioSmell of coffee eggs and baconCar wheels on a gravel roadPull the curtains back and look outsideSomebody somehere
I don't knowCome on now child we're gonna go for a rideCar wheels on a gravel roadCar wheels on a gravel roadCar wheels on
a gravel roadCan't find a damn thing in this placeNothing's where I left it beforeSet of keys and a dusty suitcaseCar wheel
s on a gravel roadThere goes the screen door slamming shutYou better do what you're toldWhen I get back this room better be
picked-upCar wheels on a gravel roadCar wheels on a gravel roadCar wheels on a gravel roadLow hum of voices in the front se
atStories nobody knowsGot folks in Jackson we're going to meetCar wheels on a gravel roadCotton fields stretching miles and
milesHank's voice on the radioTelephone poles trees and wires fly on byCar wheels on a gravel roadCar wheels on a gravel r
oadCar wheels on a gravel roadBroken down shacks engine partsCould tell a lie but my heart would knowListen to the dogs bar
kin in the yardCar wheels on a gravel roadChild in the backseat about four or five yearsLookin out the windowLittle bit of
dirt mixed with tearsCar wheels on a gravel roadCar wheels on a gravel roadCar wheels on a gravel roadCar wheels on a grave
l roadCar wheels on a gravel roadFrom Lucinda Williams