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