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