"Gravel Roads" lyrics

Just as long as the boys are gonna go to the bar
Just as long as the girls keep breaking their hearts
Just as long as the summers will go with the lakes
As long as that beer goes down with the Saturday

Just as long as the hippies are in California
As long as the truck will go with the southern boy
Just as long as good will go with the bye
As long as that crimson will roll with the tide

Just as long as the birds and the bees and the trees and the leaves
Just as long as the red and the white will go with the blue
As long as these old gravel country roads
Lead me straight home to you
Lead me straight home to you

Just as long as the porch will go with the swing
As long as some sweet will go in my tea
Just as long as the cabs honk in New York
As long as my Tennessee Vols are wearing that orange

Just as long as the winter will go with the fire
As long as my grandma comes with her Bible
As long as a marg will go with the beach
As long as that one glass of wine turns into three

(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, woo)

Just as long as the birds and the bees and the trees and the leaves
Just as long as the red and the white will go with the blue
As long as these old gravel country roads
Lead me straight home to you
Lead me straight home to you

Just as long as the boys say yee
Just as long as the girls say haw
Just as long as the beers we drink
Just as long as the honky-tonks

Just as long as my dog is in my backseat
Just as long as the roads we wind
Just as long as I'm coming home
And then we turn down the light