Six Days on the Road Songtext
von The Celibate Rifles

Well, I pulled outta Pittsburgh
Rollin′ down that eastern seaboard
I got my diesel wound up
And she's a-runnin′ like a-never before
There's a speed zone ahead, well, alright
But I don't see a cop in sight

Six days on the road
And I′m gonna make it home tonight

I got me ten forward gears
And a sweet Georgia overdrive
I′m takin' little white pills
And my eyes are open wide
I just passed a Jimmy and a White
I been a-passin′ 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 bye-bye
I could have a lotta women
But I′m not like some of the guys
I could find one to hold me tight
But I could never, never, never make believe it's all right

Six days on the road
And I′m gonna make it home tonight

Six days on the road
And I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well, ICC is checkin' on down the line
I′m a little overweight
And my log book′s way behind
But nothin' bothers me tonight
And I can dodge them scales alright

Six days on the road
And I′m gonna make it home tonight

My rig's a little old, but it don′t mean she's slow
There′s a flame from my stack
And the smoke's blowin' black as coal
My hometown′s a-comin′ in sight
And if you think I'm happy, then a-maybe you′re right


Six days on the road
And I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road
And I′m gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road
And I'm gonna make it home tonight