Lyrics:

by Lucinda Williams John Ciambotti bass guitar Donald Lindley drums Gurf Morlix guitar Buddy Miller mando guitarvocals Sittin in the kitcken a house in Macon Loretta's singing on the radio Smell of coffee eggs and bacon Car wheels on a gravel road Pull the curtains back and look outside Somebody somehere I don't know Come on now child we're gonna go for a ride Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Can't find a damn thing in this place Nothing's where I left it before Set of keys and a dusty suitcase Car wheels on a gravel road There goes the screen door slamming shut You better do what you're told When I get back this room better be picked-up Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Low hum of voices in the front seat Stories nobody knows Got folks in Jackson we're going to meet Car wheels on a gravel road Cotton fields stretching miles and miles Hank's voice on the radio Telephone poles trees and wires fly on by Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Broken down shacks engine parts Could tell a lie but my heart would know Listen to the dogs barkin in the yard Car wheels on a gravel road Child in the backseat about four or five years Lookin out the window Little bit of dirt mixed with tears Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road Car wheels on a gravel road From Lucinda Williams