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 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'
Early in the mornin' and I'm rollin' fast
Haulin' nine thousand gallons of high test gas
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
(Just repeat the above chord changes for the rest of the song)
Great God A'mighty what was wrong with me
I know the money's good but buddy can't you see
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