That Ole Gravel Road Was Easy Street - The Oak Ridge Boys

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

Movin' 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