Steve Earle — Home to Houston

[Verse 1] 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 I wound her up and I shifted down I offered this prayer to my Lord [Chorus] I said, "God, get me back home to Houston alive And I won't drive a truck anymore" [Verse 2] Yes, early in morning, I'm rolling fast I'm hauling nine thousand gallons of high-test gas Sergeant on the radio hollering at me Said, "Look out up ahead here come a R P G" [Chorus] If I ever get home to Houston alive Then I won't drive a truck anymore [Verse 3] Well, I've driven the big rigs for all of my life And my radio handle's strain Down steep mountain roads on the darkest of nights I had ice water in my veins And I come over here because I just didn't care Now I'm older and wiser by far [Chorus] If I ever get home to Houston alive I won't drive a truck anymore [Verse 4] Yeah, great God Almighty, 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 ain't no lie I don't want to let them get me, I'm too young to die [Chorus] If I ever get home to Houston alive Then I won't drive a truck anymore