I'll Keep My Gravel

You say, "Sing it sweeter, boy"

"Climb up out that smoke"

"Be more like him and them"

"Less ache in every note"

( Fuck you ),My throat's got a front porch

And backroad scars

I was born with a hard line

Cut right through my heart

(Don't trim me down)

Don't paint me gold

(I came this way)

Rough and old

I'll Keep my gravel, I'll (keep my name ) and my outlaw ways

Don't push me up that pretty range

I sing for me,I sing for her,them and him (fuck you )

I sing the dust,I sing the hurt

(I'll Keep my gravel, I'll keep my name )

I won't bend to fit your frame

You say to Stop singing outlaw songs an walk the line

( Like I'm some tale you trying to save )

I ain't your clean-voiced echo

I ain't that kind of grave

You said to stop singing about her

Like she was just a line,fuck you

( She's a porch light burning

In the wreckage of my mind )

Don't dress it up.Don't make it small

( Truth comes harsh Or not at all,)

You said, “Boy, sing it sweet”

“Climb up there and act like me”

“Leave that rough road at the door”

“Stop singin’ outlaw songs and change your outlaw ways,( Fuck You ) it's what I was born for”

You want me tame and neat

Same suit, same shout, same beat

( I got dust in my throat )

And a blacktop soul that won’t float

You want a softer frame

A safer kind of flame

( I won’t trade my scars to be a baught an paid for star )

For a borrowed name

I don’t sing high for you

( I sing my truth right through )

I won’t bend, I won’t break

For a face I can’t replace

I’m a rebel in the strain

( Let me sound my name )

I don’t sing high for you

I sing my truth right through

You Say, stop singin’ outlaw songs and change my outlaw ways

Like I’m wrong for where I belong

You say “drop that trouble line”and walk the line

( Fuck you )that trouble saved my life a few times

You say,to stop singin’ ’bout her

Like her shadow don’t still hurt

You can dress the wound in gold

Still the ache cuts to the bone ,( fuck you )

You want a cleaned-up tune

A polished Sunday mood

I was made for the grain

And hard- bruise's

I don’t sing high for you

I sing my truth right through

( I won’t bend, I won’t break )

For a face I can’t replace

I’m a rebel in the strain

( If you want a pretty sound )

Go find somebody else

(I got gravel in my prayer)

And a little hell to wear

You can call it too rough

Call it crooked, call it tough

( But this voice), it’s mine

And it gets me through the night

I don’t sing high for you

I sing my truth right through

I won’t bend,( I won’t break )

For a face I can’t replace

I’m a rebel in the strain

I sing my truth right through

(Yeah, I do)

Don't push me up that pretty range

( I sing me,I sing for her,him and them,) fuck you

I sing the dust, l sing the hurt

( I won't bend to fit your frame )

If you want a friend

Who sings real nice

( Find a velvet voice )

With a rented life

( Mine comes cracked )

comes free

It's what gets me through

I'll ( keep my Gravel ) keep my name,(yeah )" FUCK YOU" ( I won't bend to fit your frame )