Відключити рекламуWHITE GRAVEL
As recorded by Nicole Croteau
(2026 release)
Capo 2nd fret
[Intro]
G Em G Em
[Verse 1]
G EmMy oak trees were ponderosa pines
C DAnd my small town sat under that big sky
GAnd my corn fields weren't corn fields
EmThey were wide open covered in cattle
CIt wasn't potholes in the pavement
DMakin' my console rattle
GIt was white gravel
[Chorus 1]
CBut I'd pretend that I was halfway
G DDown the road to Amarillo
CI'd turn it up, and sing it loud
G DWith my hand out the window
EmThe only difference was
D C GThe color of the dust stuck to the axles
COut where I grew up
D G Em G EmMy red dirt was white gravel
[Verse 2]
GIt wasn't bass in a boat on a lake
EmWe were waist-deep wadin' in the river
CAnd summer wasn't quite as hot
DAnd winter came a whole lot quicker
GMy huckleberry wasn't on a page
EmIt was baked in a homemade pie
CThe wheels on my truck
CWeren't made for the mud
DThey were made for the snow and ice
GOn white gravel
[Chorus 2]
CBut I'd pretend that I was halfway
G DDown the road to Amarillo
CI'd turn it up, and sing it loud
G DWith my hand out the window
EmThe only difference was
D C GThe color of the dust stuck to the axles
COut where I grew up
D GMy red dirt was white gravel
[Bridge]
EmThree chords and the truth
CTakin' the road less traveled
D'cause there wasn't nothin' better to do
[Instrumental Break]
G Em C D
[Out-Chorus]
CI'd pretend that I was halfway
G DDown the road to Amarillo
CI'd turn it up, and sing it loud
G DWith my hand out the window
EmThe only difference was
D C GThe color of the dust stuck to the axles
COut where I grew up
DMy red dirt
COh, out where I grew up
D G EmMy red dirt was white gravel
G EmWhite gravel
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