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Doug Spears
2010-01-01
Doug Spears

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My good friend and fellow songwriter, Steve Blackwell, was one of the finest men I’ve ever been privileged to know. Though not a native Floridian, he loved and understood the heart and soul of the state better than most. An active conservationist and one who believed, as do I, that we need to know the history and culture of the place we call home, Steve wrote about the things that mattered most to him. One of my favorite Steve Blackwell tunes is “I Live on a Gravel Road” which celebrates his simple life centered around family, faith and friends down a gravel road in Punta Gorda, Florida overlooking Charlotte Harbor and the Peace River, encouraging us all to “take yourself a walk down a gravel road” when our lives get too stressful and complicated. When cancer claimed Steve in 2007 I wrote this song as my remembrance of my friend and my tribute to his shining example.

Lyrics

 

 

There’s a spirit ‘round this fire tonight, a whisper in the trees,

A kindred soul and a kinder heart that lingers on the breeze,

Joy comes from common places and love its gift to give,

Grace flows from the music and the life he chose to live.

 

Welcome home, lay your burdens down,

Sing songs of simple pleasures, of peace and justice found,

Lord he’s not the kind for mansions or streets of solid gold,

His heaven’s just a place out back down a gravel road.

 

There’s a presence on this river bank, a stirring in the reeds,

A sense of life eternal set free from human needs,

You know that Faith is more than words and prayers, it’s the courage to believe,

It’s the hope that can’t be broken and the peace that never leaves.

 

Welcome home, lay your burdens down,

Sing songs of simple pleasures, of peace and justice found,

Lord he’s not the kind for mansions or streets of solid gold,

His heaven’s just a place out back down a gravel road.

 

Thank you for the lessons of honor, faith and trust,

Thanks for truest friendship that’ll never turn to dust,

Tell me where did all the time go, the days turned into years,

Still hope shines through the memories unstained by selfish tears.

 

Welcome home, lay your burdens down,

Sing songs of simple pleasures, of peace and justice found,

Lord he’s not the kind for mansions or streets of solid gold,

His heaven’s just a place out back down a gravel road.

 

Lord give my friend a place out back down a gravel road.