[D]Well it's Saturday night, [G]I've been up since [D]Thursday
Another [D]pack of cigarettes, some [G]cof[D]fee to [A]go
My [D]boots need new heels [G]My shirt smells like [D]diesel
And I [D]bet you don't know just how [A]far I've got to [D]go
I was runnin' low on gas so I stopped into Fort Worth
Ran into this sweet angel said she was from St. Lou
Well I thought I had it made until I heard some voice say
Hey boy, that's my wife and just who the hell are you
And I've taken m[G]y share o[A]f those little [D]white pills
I [G]throw?d 'er down into [D]overdrive in the California [A]hills
I [G]fly from coast to [A]coast I've got to [D]find [Bm/A]out how it [Bm]feels [G]
To be [D]heaven in the [A]sack and [G]hell on [A]18 [D]wheels
If I only had a dollar for every tire I've blown
By now I'd be a rich man, I wouldn't haul this load
And I ain't even seen no cheap motel in hours
And I feel about as worn down As the old lines on the road
Chorus 2:
There's some station up ahead, if it's open I can't tell
There's some basement AM station playing old Lefty Frizzell
"Always Late With Your Kisses" don't we know how that feels
Lord, it's heaven on the airwaves and hell on 18 wheels
Yeah there's fifty states in all, I've seen almost every one
Tried every kind of waitress and every kind of beer
And over time I've been written almost every kind of warning
I'm still dodging weigh stations but at least I'm still here
Chorus 1
Another [D]pack of cigarettes, some [G]cof[D]fee to [A]go
My [D]boots need new heels [G]My shirt smells like [D]diesel
And I [D]bet you don't know just how [A]far I've got to [D]go
I was runnin' low on gas so I stopped into Fort Worth
Ran into this sweet angel said she was from St. Lou
Well I thought I had it made until I heard some voice say
Hey boy, that's my wife and just who the hell are you
And I've taken m[G]y share o[A]f those little [D]white pills
I [G]throw?d 'er down into [D]overdrive in the California [A]hills
I [G]fly from coast to [A]coast I've got to [D]find [Bm/A]out how it [Bm]feels [G]
To be [D]heaven in the [A]sack and [G]hell on [A]18 [D]wheels
If I only had a dollar for every tire I've blown
By now I'd be a rich man, I wouldn't haul this load
And I ain't even seen no cheap motel in hours
And I feel about as worn down As the old lines on the road
Chorus 2:
There's some station up ahead, if it's open I can't tell
There's some basement AM station playing old Lefty Frizzell
"Always Late With Your Kisses" don't we know how that feels
Lord, it's heaven on the airwaves and hell on 18 wheels
Yeah there's fifty states in all, I've seen almost every one
Tried every kind of waitress and every kind of beer
And over time I've been written almost every kind of warning
I'm still dodging weigh stations but at least I'm still here
Chorus 1
