Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh rolling down that Eastern seaboard.
I got my diesel wound up and she's a running like never before.
There's a speed zone ahead but alright, I don't see a cop in sight,
Six days on the road, and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.
I got me ten forward gears and a Georgia overdrive.
I'm taking little white pills and my eyes are open wide.
I just passed a Jimmy and a White,
I've been a passing everything in sight,
Six days on the road, and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.
Well, it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye,
I could have a lot of women, but I'm not like some other guys.
I could find one to hold me tight, but I could never make believe it's alright.
Six days on the road, and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
INSTRUMENTAL
I.C.C. is a-checking on down the line.
Well, I'm a little overweight and my log books way behind.
But nothing bothers me tonight, I can dodge all the scales alright,
Six days on the road, and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.
Well, my rig's a little old, but that don't mean she's slow.
There's a flame from her stack and that smoke's blowin' black as coal.
My hometown's coming in sight, if you think I'm happy, you're right,
Six days on the road, and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.
Six days on the road, and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.
Yeah, six days on the road, and I'm a-gonna make it home tonight.