Steve Earle. Home To Houston

Yeah!When I pulled out of Basra, they all wished me luckJust like they always did beforeWith a bulletproof screen on the hood of my truckAnd a Bradley on my back doorAnd I wound her up and I shifted her downAnd 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' fastHaulin' nine thousand gallons of high test gasSergeant on the radio hollerin' at meSaid, "Look out up ahead here come a R P G"

If I ever get home to Houston aliveThen I won't drive a truck anymore
Well, I've driven the big rigs for all of my lifeAnd my radio handle's trainDown steep mountain roads on the darkest of nightsI had ice water in my veinsAnd I come over here 'cause I just didn't careNow I'm older and wiser by far

Yeah, if I ever get home to Houston aliveThen 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 seeYou can't take it with you and ain't no lieI don't wanna let 'em get me, I'm too young to die

If I ever get home to Houston aliveThen I won't drive a truck anymore