Home To Houston

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 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"

Early in the mornin' and I'm rollin' fast

Haulin' nine thousand gallons of high test gas

Sergeant on the radio hollerin' at me

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

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

If I ever get home to Houston alive

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 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