Boxcar Willie Six Days On The Road
I got my diesel wound up and she's rollin' like a-never before. There's a speed zone ahead, all right, but I don't see a cop in sight. Six days on the road and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.
I got me ten forward gears and a Georgia overdrive. Takin' little white pills and my eyes are open wide. I just passed a Jimmy in a white. I been passin' everything in sight. Six days on the road and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.
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Well, it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye. I could have a lotta women but I'm not like a-some of the guys. I could find one to hold me tight, but I could never make believe it's right. Six days on the road and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.
Well, ICC is a checkin' on down the line. An' I'm a little overweight and my log book's a way behind. But nothin' bothers me tonight, I can dodge them scales all right. Six days on the road and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.
Well my rig's a little old but that don't mean she's slow. There's a flame from the stack and the smoke's blowin' black as coal. Well, my home town's comin' in sight. If you think I'm a happy you're right. Six days on the road and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight. Six days on the road and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.