Gravel Road chords by William Elliott

A ....... A  F#m  D  E  A


A                                   F#m
It must be that time of year
    D                     E
I'm feeling that pull again
A                                            F#m
I've got to get away from here
        D                            E
and back to where my feet can stand
A                                                 F#m
Back to where the trees grow tall
        D                           E
and ain't a sound for miles around
A                                       F#m
Except for the distant call
       D                       E             A
of that lonely coyote's howl

D                                                          A
Life's mysteries unravel when my tires hit that gravel
              E                                              A
and I leave the paved road far behind
A                                                               F#m
Every breath I breathe is one step closer to me
     D                       E           A
easing my worried mind


Repeat same pattern

Way back in the sticks
is where I feel alive
in my rusty old '66
that won't even go fifty five

Nothing can compare
to the joy that I've found
every time I go back there
to my own spiritual ground

I'll make a quart of sweet corn whiskey
from ten gallons of sour mash
I'll turn a pile of firewood
into a pile of sky grey ash

If there's anything left inside me
that remembers what it's like to feel
that cold rain falling on the top of my head