Lyrics

CALLIN? ME BACK HOME

Endless highway, stretchin' out ahead.
Fourteen hours of pushing this rig, the sleeper in the cab my bed.
A cup of mud and a sinker, sends me on down the trail.
Backin' off the hammer at eighty,
I'll never make a dime in jail.

CHORUS
This voice keeps callin' me back home.
A thousand miles behind me,
my woman lies in bed alone.
We both need the money,
my peterbuilt and me provide.
Oh lord have mercy,
I need my woman by my side...yeah.

We both talked of farmin', me sellin' off my rig outright.
Who's that knockin' on my cab, a truckstop lady of the night.
Sometimes truckin's heaven, but being gone is always hell.
Ya know i'll always love my lady, but my peterbuilt is not for sale.

repeat chorus

A bright orange sun is a risin',
above the mountains out on highway nine.
My pete shes a hummin',
i'm jammin' gears and feelin fine.
Yes I miss my lady,
I sometimes even shed a tear,
but I always feel better,
when I ease it into thirteenth gear.

repeat chorus




Words and music by Warren Halstead?..copywrite 2005
Warren Halstead (216-832-3282) rah5610@sbcglobal.net
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