Letra de 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