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Home To Houston

Yeah!

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 I 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

Yes, early in mornin', I'm rollin' fast

Haulin' nine thousand gallons of high test gas

Sergeant on the radio hollerin' at me

Said, "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

Well, 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

Yeah, if I ever get home to Houston alive

Then I won't drive a truck anymore

Yeah, great God Almighty, what was wrong with me?

I know the money's good, buddy can't you see

You can't take it with you and 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

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