Home To Houston Lyrics

When I pulled out of Basra they all wished me luck
Just like they always did before
With a bulletproof screen on the hood of my truck
And a Bradley on my back door
And I wound her up and shifted her down
And I offered this prayer to my lord
I said �God get me back home to Houston alive
and I won�t drive a truck anymore�

Early in the mornin� and I�m rollin� fast
Haulin� nine thousand gallons of high test gas
Sergeant on the radio hollerin� at me
Look out up ahead here come a R.P.G.
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won�t drive a truck anymore

I�ve driven the big rigs for all of my life
And my radio handle�s �Train�
Down steep mountain roads on the darkest of nights
I had ice water in my veins
And I come over here �cause I just didn�t care
Now I�m older and wiser by far
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won�t drive a truck anymore

Great God A�mighty what was wrong with me
I know the money�s good but buddy can�t you see
You can�t take it with you and that ain�t no lie
I don�t wanna let �em get me I�m too young to die
If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won�t drive a truck anymore

Sarangel Music (ASCAP)

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