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
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
"Always Late With Your Kisses" don't we know how that feels
Lord, it's heaven on the airwaves and hell on 18 wheels