Vārdi: Lucinda Williams. Car Wheels on a Gravel Road. Greenville.

Don't wanna see you again or hold your hand
'Cause you don't really love me, you're not my man
You're not my man, oh you're not my man
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

You scream and shout and you make a scene
When you open your mouth you never say what you mean
Say what you mean, oh say what you mean
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

You drink hard liquor, you come on strong
You lose your temper someone looks at you wrong
Looks at you wrong oh looks at you wrong
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

Out all night playin' in a band
Lookin' for a fight with a guitar in your hand
A guitar in your hand oh a guitar in your hand
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

Empty bottles and broken glass
Busted down doors and borrowed cash
Borrowed cash oh the borrowed cash
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

Lookin' for someone to save you
Lookin' for someone to rave about you
To rave about you oh to rave about you
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville