how many girls
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would choose a cotton-dress world
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when they could have satins and lace?
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to stand by her man
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through good times and bad
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and still keep a smile on her face?
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how many hearts would feel the winter's wind blow
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and still not turn cold?
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true love travels on a gravel road
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love is a stranger and hearts are in danger
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on smooth streets paved with gold
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but true love travels on a gravel road
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down through the years
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we've had hard times and tears
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but it only helps our love grow
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and we'll stay together
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no matter how strong the wind blows
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not once have i seen your blue eyes fill with envy
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and stray from the one that you hold
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true love travels on a gravel road
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love is a stranger and hearts are in danger
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on smooth streets paved with gold
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but true love travels on a gravel road...
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True Love Travels On A Gravel Road
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| The Afghan Whigs |
