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Date published: May 1, 2005
 Gravel roads lead to home.
Who would ever want to roam?
Chicken coups and big red barns,
Nights on porches spinning yarns.
Working in the fields all day
Sitting sipping lemonade
Rooster sings it's time to rise
Wiping the sleep from your eyes
Wife has got breakfast for two
Today you've got lots to do
Feed the horses and the hens
Check the fence where river bends
Work until the sun goes down
Then get ready to go to town
Walk in to your favorite bar
Order up a cold Lone Star
Put your feet up. Start to whittle.
Bobbie's gettin' out his fiddle.
Soon the music fills the air.
You don't have a single care.
Ken joins in on his banjo
Plays a ballad nice and slow.
Time to leave, don't hesitate.
There's work tomorrow, it's getting' late.
Gravel roads lead to home.
Who would ever want to roam?
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