DESCRIPTION:
I seen the pictures of my home
On the picket fences on the road
I seen some things and had many a time
But only a few I liked to call my own
Like a girl name Dallas w/long red hair
Who I met in a Tijuana strip club
But I never got no lovin quite like I did
From that Mamacita in Tulsa
And I've hauled KY moonshine
And I've Afghan hash
I‘ve hauled crates of guns from south of Mexico
But tonight I've gonna haul some ass
I've gotta roll like a mountain river
Blow like the artic wind
Keep rollin this 18 Wheeler
Cause I got to get to Tulsa again
Yea I gotta get to Tulsa again
I've roamed the hwys through the southern states
In a convey 4 miles long
With so many smokies out on my trail
They be thicker than a New England fog
I've dodged the scales through the great North woods
Rollin on ol' county roads
I'd do it all again if I had the chance
Just to find my way back home