White Line Casanova - Brooks & Dunn

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

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

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

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

Yea I got these eighteen wheels

Singin' home sweet home

I been too long gone

Oh I’m coming home to ya