How many Girls choose cotton dress worlds
When they could have satins and lace
And stand by her man, never once lettinG shade touch her Face
How many hearts could live throuGh all the winters
We've known and still not be cold
True love travels on a Gravel road.
Love is a stranGer and hearts are in danGer
On smooth streets paved with Gold
For true love travels on a Gravel road.
