I'm goin' down that gravel road, take that right hand road
I'm goin' down that gravel road, take that right hand road
Lord, I ain't gonna stop walkin' 'till I get in sweet mama's door
Well, the girl I'm lovin' she got great long, curly hair
Well, the girl I'm lovin' she got great long, curly hair
Lord, her mama and her papa sure don't 'low me there
Lord, I'm going away, baby, don't you want to go
Lord, I'm going away, baby, don't you want to go
Lord, I'm going somewhere, where I ain't never been before
Don't look your house lonesome when your dough roller gone
Don't look your house lonesome when your dough roller gone
'Cause it gonna kill you, cooking till she comes home
Now run here, baby, set down on my knee
Now run here, baby, set down on my knee
I want'a tell you all about the way they treated me
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I'm goin' down that gravel road, take that right hand road
I'm goin' down that gravel road, take that right hand road
Lord, I ain't gonna stop walkin' 'till I get in sweet mama's door
Well, the girl I'm lovin' she got great long, curly hair
Well, the girl I'm lovin' she got great long, curly hair
Lord, her mama and her papa sure don't 'low me there
Lord, I'm going away, baby, don't you want to go
Lord, I'm going away, baby, don't you want to go
Lord, I'm going somewhere, where I ain't never been before
Don't look your house lonesome when your dough roller gone
Don't look your house lonesome when your dough roller gone
'Cause it gonna kill you, cooking till she comes home
Now run here, baby, set down on my knee
Now run here, baby, set down on my knee
I want'a tell you all about the way they treated me
I'm goin' down that gravel road, take that right hand road
Lord, I ain't gonna stop walkin' 'till I get in sweet mama's door
Well, the girl I'm lovin' she got great long, curly hair
Well, the girl I'm lovin' she got great long, curly hair
Lord, her mama and her papa sure don't 'low me there
Lord, I'm going away, baby, don't you want to go
Lord, I'm going away, baby, don't you want to go
Lord, I'm going somewhere, where I ain't never been before
Don't look your house lonesome when your dough roller gone
Don't look your house lonesome when your dough roller gone
'Cause it gonna kill you, cooking till she comes home
Now run here, baby, set down on my knee
Now run here, baby, set down on my knee
I want'a tell you all about the way they treated me
Writer: FRED MCDOWELL
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.