Lyrics:

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
I wound her up and I shifted down
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 morning, I'm rolling fast
I'm hauling nine thousand gallons of high-test gas
Sergeant on the radio hollering 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 strain
Down steep mountain roads on the darkest of nights
I had ice water in my veins
And I come over here because I just didn't care
Now I'm older and wiser by far

If I ever get home to Houston alive
I won't drive a truck anymore

Yeah, great God Almighty, what was wrong with me?
I know the money's good, but buddy, can't you see?
You can't take it with you and ain't no lie
I don't want to let them get me, I'm too young to die

If I ever get home to Houston alive
Then I won't drive a truck anymore