Back to That Gravel Road

[Verse 1]
Rust on the mailbox
Name fading off the sign
Cornfields leaning
Chasing down the power lines
Dad’s old Chevy
Still parked by the barn out back
I swear I hear it
Every time the screen door slaps
[Chorus]
Take me back to that gravel road
Where the dust rolled up like a halo
Mama in the kitchen, radio low
Singing out of tune while the beans slow-cook
Take me back to that gravel road
Where every turn was a story we wrote
Heart still knows the way, even grown
Take me back, take me back, gravel road
[Verse 2]
Porch light glowing
Bugs dancing in the heat
Boots on the railing
Bare feet on the porch swing seat
Friends in a circle
Laughing till the stars came proud
One guitar humming
Fireflies blinking with the sound
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I’ve run through cities with my head down
Chased my name in every new town
But a cracked blue cooler and a chipped red cup
Hold more gold than I could ever count up
I don’t need a map
Just a sky that’s big and bold
One deep breath
And I’m already home on that road
[Chorus]

country, Warm acoustic-country band with gentle shuffle drums, upright bass, and fiddle fills. Verses stay intimate with close-mic male vocals and soft harmonies; chorus blooms wide with stacked gang-style singalong and a bright mandolin picking the top line. Easy swing, radio-ready, perfect for driving and smiling through memories.