Home To Houston Lyrics - Singles - Earle Steve

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 wont drive a truck anymore 

Early in the mornin and Im 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 wont drive a truck anymore 

Ive driven the big rigs for all of my life 

And my radio handles 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 didnt care 

Now Im older and wiser by far 

If I ever get home to Houston alive 

Then I wont drive a truck anymore 

Great God Amighty what was wrong with me 

I know the moneys good but buddy cant you see 

You cant take it with you and that aint no lie 

I dont wanna let em get me Im too young to die 

If I ever get home to Houston alive 

Then I wont drive a truck anymore