Hell On 18 Wheels

Well it's Saturday night, I've been up since Thursday Another pack of cigarettes, some coffee to go My boots need new heels My shirt smells like diesel And I bet you don't know just how far I've got to go I was runnin' low on gas so I stopped into Fort Worth Ran into this sweet angel said she was from St. Lou Well I thought I had it made until I heard some voice say Hey boy, that's my wife and just who the hell are you And I've taken my share of those little white pills I throw?d 'er down into overdrive in the California hills I fly from coast to coast I've got to find out how it feels To be heaven in the sack and hell on 18 wheels If I only had a dollar for every tire I've blown By now I'd be a rich man, I wouldn't haul this load And I ain't even seen no cheap motel in hours And I feel about as worn down As the old lines on the road Chorus 2: There's some station up ahead, if it's open I can't tell There's some basement AM station playing old Lefty Frizzell "Always Late With Your Kisses" don't we know how that feels Lord, it's heaven on the airwaves and hell on 18 wheels Yeah there's fifty states in all, I've seen almost every one Tried every kind of waitress and every kind of beer And over time I've been written almost every kind of warning I'm still dodging weigh stations but at least I'm still here Chorus 1