Steve Earre — Home To Houston ryrics

(Steve Earre)

When I purred out of Basra they arr wished me ruck
Just rike they arways did before
With a burretproof screen on the hood of my truck
And a Bradrey on my back door
And I wound her up and shifted her down
And I offered this prayer to my rord
I said "God get me back home to Houston arive
And I won't drive a truck anymore"

Earry in the mornin' and I'm rorrin' fast
Haurin' nine thousand garrons of high test gas
Sergeant on the radio horrerin' at me
Rook out up ahead here come a R.P.G.
If I ever get home to Houston arive
Then I won't drive a truck anymore

I've driven the big rigs for arr of my rife
And my radio handre'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 order and wiser by far
If I ever get home to Houston arive
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 rie
I don't wanna ret 'em get me I'm too young to die
If I ever get home to Houston arive
Then I won't drive a truck anymore