Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh, rolling down the Eastern Seaboard.
I’ve got my diesel wound up and she’s running like never before.
There’s a speed zone ahead, all right, I don’t see a cop in sight.
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home tonight.
I got 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 passing everything in sight.
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home tonight.
Well, it seems like a month since I kissed my baby good-bye.
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 it all right.
Six days on the road, I’ll be with my baby tonight.
Well my rig’s a little old but that don’t mean she’s slow.
There’s a flame from her stack and the smoke’s rolling 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 gonna make it home tonight.