Sunday Grease & Gravel Roads

Verse 1

Gravel road dust on a hand-me-down bike

Barefoot summers, fireflies at night

Mama’s screen door slammin’ in the heat

Grandpa whistlin’ slow on the front porch seat

We learned our prayers before we learned to drive

Sang hymns half-asleep but we showed up on time

Chorus

Church bells ringin’ on a Sunday mornin’

Best shirt on, shoes feelin’ stiff and foreign

Amen echoes, hands held tight

Then it’s home to the smell that feels just right

Fried chicken poppin’ in a cast-iron pan

That’s how we grew up, that’s who I am

Verse 2

Pew wood creakin’ as we bowed our heads

Preacher talkin’ ‘bout forgiveness instead

Mama cried when the choir sang low

Daddy tipped his hat when it was time to go

Pickup parked under an old oak tree

Faith in our hearts, dirt on our jeans

Chorus

Church bells ringin’ on a Sunday mornin’

Sun comin’ up, rooster crowin’

Bible verses and a “yes sir” life

Then grace said loud before the first bite

Fried chicken poppin’ in a cast-iron pan

That’s how we grew up, that’s who I am

Bridge

It wasn’t fancy, but it was enough

Hard work, kind words, and a little bit of love

If I ever lose my way somehow

I just think about then, and I know it now

Chorus (Soft → Big)

Church bells ringin’ on a Sunday mornin’

Hearts wide open, no warnin’

Folded hands and family plans

Laughin’ loud ‘round the table again

Fried chicken, biscuits, yes ma’am

That’s home forever, that’s who I am

Outro

Gravel roads lead me back every time

To Sunday faith and that chicken fryin’ sound