When I was eight years old I tried to leave the farm I flew a homemade plane Out of the loft of the barn If I could go back now You couldn't pay me to leave 'Cause that old gravel road was easy street We were a four-dog family With some dreams and a flat-bed truck That ole school bus would rattle and shake When it would pick us up Those creek bank rocks Were hard on our feet But that ole gravel road was easy street That ole gravel road was easy street They used to say we were poor But we were rich as we could be We were down on our luck But we were up to our necks in homemade love That ole gravel road was easy street I thought having it made Was growing up Movin' off to town, getting' married And going to work But those sidewalks Ain't all they're cracked up to be That ole gravel road was easy street