Текст песни Driving Home - Roger Creager

Driving slow, it's piling up, on the highway
But I can't stop, until I reach Cheyenne
The radio plays a sad song of forgiveness
My love for you, it leads me on Diane

Honey you know I never should have left you
Now I'm running home as fast as I can

And I shake, and I roll
I let the highway bathe my soul
This bucket of rust & me, burning up the night
With your love, and lady luck
Riding shotgun in my truck
In the dead of the night
I've never been more alive
Driving home

I don't know what I thought I'd find out in California
But I dang sure found out, what ain't there
They got Hollywood, redwoods and wine
But they ain't got your green eyes or auburn hair
So with the hammer down, gas tank on empty
Yeah, I'm running on adrenaline and prayer

And I shake, and I roll
I let the highway bathe my soul
This bucket of rust & me, burning up the night
With your love, and lady luck
Riding shotgun in my truck
In the dead of the night
I've never been more alive
I'm driving home

And baby hang on, my God I've missed you
And now I'm burning up the highway to you

And I shake, and I roll
I let the highway bathe my soul
This bucket of rust & me, burning up the night
With your love, and lady luck
Riding shotgun in my truck
In the dead of the night
I've never been more alive
I'm driving home

I'm driving home