Gravel Road

I’m going down that gravel. Gonna take the right hand road
I’m going down that gravel. Gonna take the right hand road
And I ain’t stopping till my baby’s home

That girl I’m loving got a great long curly hair
Well that girl I’m loving got great long curly hair
But her mother and her father sure don’t want me there

I got to study some scheme, Lord, get my baby back to herself
Got to study some scheme, Lord, get my baby back to herself
Lord, I love that woman and I don’t want nobody else

I looked down that road, baby just as far as I could see
There was a bunch of good-looking women and they be following me

Well the brook run into the ocean, the ocean run into that deep, deep, deep blue sea
Now the brook run into the ocean, the river run into that deep, deep, deep blue sea
You ought to have seen them women, Lord, they be fishing after me