Gravel Road Gospel

Lord have mercy Turn the organ up for me Came up off a gravel road where the mailbox leaning left Granddaddy on the tractor, never took a day of rest Pecan trees and pickup trucks and Sunday morning choir Cousin with a cassette deck set the whole county on fire Now they pressing up my record in a city made of glass Same boy from the bayou, I just learned to drive it fast First check hit the account and I ain't buy no chain Paid off Big Mama's roof, she don't sweat the rain Sing it like a gravel road gospel Every mile of dirt was a step to the top, so Raise your hands up from the country to the city Gravel road gospel, still muddy, still pretty Pastor used to tell me that my mouth was gonna save me Mama thought he meant the Lord, but he meant every rhyme she gave me Now the radio in Memphis and the speakers out in Dallas Playing back the porch talk, turning shacks into a palace I still wave at every tractor when I'm passing through the fields Still say yes ma'am to the cashier, keep it humble, keep it real Sing it like a gravel road gospel Every mile of dirt was a step to the top, so Raise your hands up from the country to the city Gravel road gospel, still muddy, still pretty Hallelujah... we made it, y'all