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Old screen door swinging on a rusty hinge
Dusty boots
sitting by the kitchen sink
Still got the smell of pine on my hands
Walking the borders of
this quiet land (mmmmm) And the sun goes down like an old
gold coin
Leaving shadows on the porch
where we used to join
Oh, the gravel road
still knows my name
Through the summer heat
and the autumn rain
Every turn
tells me where I belong Like the simple chords
of an old-time song (oh-oh-oh)
Kettle on the stove singing sweet and low
Watching the maples put on their show
Nothing moves fast in this county line
We just let the long days
take their time
Oh, the gravel road
still knows my name
Through the summer heat
and the autumn rain
Every turn
tells me where I belong Like the simple chords
of an old-time song
Just an old-time song