Down Gravel Road Poem by T.L. Toadvine

I gotta shotgun sittin'
Inside of my door
And a hound dog on the porch

I gotta still in the woods
Just over that hill
Yonder down Gravel Road

Now some folks say
It ain't right these days
To be still livin' this way

But the progress stops
Down at the mouth of this holler
At a 2 lane hell that runs both ways

And I don't see no wrong
Ain't got no urban decay
Got homemade biscuits in the oven
And red eye gravy on the way

I know I'm a sinner
Know I got my ways
But me and the Lord
Talk nearly every day

We take a little walk
Take my heavy load
Toss it down a hill
Yonder down Gravel Road