Steve Earle - Home to Houston lyrics

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

I said, "God
Get me back home to Houston alive
And I won't drive a truck anymore"

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"

If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a truck anymore

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

If I ever get home to Houston alive
I won't drive a truck anymore

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

If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a truck anymore