(Verse 1)
I was raised on red dirt and Sunday school lessons,
Daddy’s old Bible layin’ open on the dashboard.
Plowed these fields since I was big enough to reach the wheel,
But I spent too many nights chasin’ what the world could deal.
Bottle on the seat, pride in the driver’s side,
Thought I could outrun the Savior if I just hit the gas and ride.
Till the rain came down like judgment on that two-lane stretch,
Truck in the ditch, heart finally ready to confess.
(Chorus)
Now it’s grace on gravel, pullin’ me through the mud,
Jesus ridin’ shotgun when I couldn’t see the blood.
From the broken fence lines to the answered prayers I prayed,
He turned my wild runnin’ into footsteps in the saved.
Yeah, the road’s still rough and the nights still get long,
But I’ve got a cross on the mirror and a hallelujah song.
Grace on gravel — that’s the story I sing,
Thank You, Lord, for lovin’ even a prodigal like me.
(Verse 2)
Mama still prays over supper, hands folded tight,
Kids in the back seat askin’ why Daddy cries at night.
I used to hide the hurt behind a crooked grin,
Now I tell ‘em straight: “Boys, Jesus pulled me in.”
We plant the seed and trust the rain’ll come in time,
Same way He planted hope deep in this heart of mine.
Every sunrise over the corn feels like a brand-new start,
Proof that mercy’s bigger than the mistakes in my past.
(Chorus)
Now it’s grace on gravel, pullin’ me through the mud,
Jesus ridin’ shotgun when I couldn’t see the blood.
From the broken fence lines to the answered prayers I prayed,
He turned my wild runnin’ into footsteps in the saved.
Yeah, the road’s still rough and the nights still get long,
But I’ve got a cross on the mirror and a hallelujah song.
Grace on gravel — that’s the story I sing,
Thank You, Lord, for lovin’ even a prodigal like me.
(Bridge – slower, build with emotion)
I ain’t perfect, still stumble on these country miles,
But every time I fall, I see Your faithful smile.
You don’t wait for me to clean up, You meet me where I am,
Dirty boots, busted heart, and calloused hands.
So here’s my testimony on this worn-out FM dial:
The King of Kings still rides with a lost sheep for a while.
(Final Chorus – fuller, with harmonies)
Yeah, it’s grace on gravel, carryin’ me home,
Jesus in the driver’s seat, I’m never alone.
Through the droughts and the floods and the seasons that test,
He’s the anchor, the healer, the one I love best.
The road’s still gravel, but the load feels light,
‘Cause I’ve traded my chains for eternal life.
Grace on gravel… praise God, that’s my song,
Ridin’ with the Savior where I belong.
(Outro – soft, spoken-sung fade)
Yeah… grace on gravel… thank You, Jesus…
Keep me on this road till I see Your face.
