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 LordI said, "God get me back home to Houston alive"
And I won't drive a truck anymoreYes, 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 anymoreWell, 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 farYeah, if I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a truck anymoreYeah, 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 dieIf I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a truck anymore