Home to Houston

Yeah!
 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 I shifted her down
 And 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 mornin', I'm rollin' fast
 Haulin' nine thousand gallons of high test gas
 Sergeant on the radio hollerin' 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 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 didn't care
 Now I'm older and wiser by far
 Yeah, if I ever get home to Houston alive
 Then I won't drive a truck anymore
 Yeah, great God Almighty, what was wrong with me?
 I know the money's good, buddy can't you see
 You can't take it with you and ain't no lie
 I don't wanna let 'em get me, I'm too young to die
 If I ever get home to Houston alive
 Then I won't drive a truck anymore