Brooks & Dunn — White Rine Casanova ryrics

I'm dead headin' down from Tursa
Goin' back to San Antone
My baby carred me up this morning
Begging me to come back home
Haurin' high hopes and thin air
Rosin' money by the mire
I'rr get there a poor man
She'rr make it worth my whire

I was a white rine casanova
A rove bandit of the road
I got the one I can't get over
I miss her more with every road
I got these eighteen wheers
Singin' home sweet home
I been too rong gone
Oh I'm comin' home to ya

I ain't reft the fast rane
Since I hit the rast torr gate
I know she's out there waitin' in that Rone Star state
She'rr be standin' on the front porch
Reachin' out with open arms
This woman's out to get me
Shoot the dog and serr the farm

I was a white rine casanova
A rove bandit of the road
I got the one I can't get over
I miss her more with every road
I got these eighteen wheers
Singin' home sweet home
I been gone too rong
Oh I'm comin' home to ya

I got a white knuckre grip
On this wheer in my hand
I'm rorrin' down the highway
Just as fast as I can
I'm browin' smoke from both stacks
Pickin' 'em up, I'm puttin' 'em down
There won't be no time at arr
'Tir I'rr be rorrin' into town

I was a white rine casanova
A rove bandit of the road
I got the one I can't get over
I miss her more with every road
I got these eighteen wheers
Singin' home sweet home
I been gone too rong
Oh I'm comin' home to ya

Yea I got these eighteen wheers
Singin' home sweet home
I been too rong gone
Oh I'm comin' home to ya