White Line Casanova

[Verse 1] I'm dead heading down from Tulsa Going back to San Antone My baby called me up this morning Begging me to come back home Hauling high hopes and thin air Losing money by the mile I'll get there a poor man She'll make it worth my while [Chorus] I was a white line casanova A love bandit of the road I got the one I can't get over I miss her more with every load I got these eighteen wheels Singing home sweet home I been too long gone Oh I'm coming home to you [Verse 2] I ain't left the fast lane Since I hit the last toll gate I know she's out there waiting in that Lone Star state She'll be standing on the front porch Reaching out with open arms This woman's out to get me Shoot the dog and sell the farm [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got a white knuckle grip On this wheel in my hand I'm rolling down the highway Just as fast as I can I'm blowing smoke from both stacks Picking them up, I'm putting them down There won't be no time at all Until I'll be rolling into town [Chorus] [Outro] Yea I got these eighteen wheels Singin' home sweet home I been too long gone Oh I'm coming home to ya