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It�s the middle of the night
Near the Indiana line
I�m pulling in a Christian station
The signal�s crystal clear
But I cannot really hear
What he says about the Revelation
I am wretched, I am tired
But the preacher is on fire
And I wish I could believe

Whoever watches over all these truckers
Show a little mercy for a weary sinner
And deliver me � Lord, deliver me
Deliver me to the next best western

Did he who made the lamb
Put the tremble in the hand
That reaches out to take me quarter
I look him in the eye
But there isn�t any time
Just time enough to pass the tender
The highway takes its toll
The green light flashes go
And it�s welcome to Ohio

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At four a.m. on 80 East
It�s in the nature of the beast
To wonder if there�s something missing
I am wretched, I am tired
But the preacher is on fire
And I wish I could believe

(chorus)

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