Lyrics
A trucker s tan and dirty raybans, it s no man s land til the rio grande
That s when it starts fading away, moving on along in this little house on the highway
wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to
makin my way past tullahoma
moving on along in this little house on the highway
A trucker s tan and dirty raybans, looking for a place to top off the propane The, the only way i know where i m going is chasing the sun straight west
Driving through the sand and we re just out here, moving on along in this little house on the highway, i m traveling with a three ring circus
I finally found a radio station, wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to Pickler, and just when i like what i hear playing
moving on along in this little house on the highway
a trucker s tan and dirty raybans
you ll know we finally made it there when the wood is all petrified
wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to
Better pick up the pace, pop the clutch and shift those gears, it s no man s land til the rio grande
It s no man s land til the rio grande, and it s keepin me wide awake, well don t use the brakes
The cabinet doors keep swinging open each time i make a left, stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane, it s no man s land til the rio grande
little house on the highway
it s no man s land til the rio grande
moving on along in this little house on the highway
Looking for a place to top off the propane, well don t use the brakes, little house on the highway
looking for a place to top off the propane
pop the clutch and shift those gears
Moving on along in this little house on the highway, that s when it starts fading away, the cabinet doors keep swinging open each time i make a left
You ll know we finally made it there when the wood is all petrified, wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to
Looking for a place to top off the propane, i m traveling with a three ring circus, well don t use the brakes
a trucker s tan and dirty raybans
Stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane, i m traveling with a three ring circus, and just when i like what i hear playing
Pop the clutch and shift those gears, i m traveling with a three ring circus
i finally found a radio station
Wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to, a trucker s tan and dirty raybans, and just when i like what i hear playing
You ll know we finally made it there when the wood is all petrified, looking for a place to top off the propane
looking for a place to top off the propane
and it s keepin me wide awake
Well don t use the brakes, the cabinet doors keep swinging open each time i make a left
and just when i like what i hear playing
Driving through the sand and we re just out here, i finally found a radio station
Looking for a place to top off the propane, a trucker s tan and dirty raybans
A trucker s tan and dirty raybans, the cabinet doors keep swinging open each time i make a left, we re stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
Little house on the highway, and it s keepin me wide awake Kellie, the cabinet doors keep swinging open each time i make a left
The only way i know where i m going is chasing the sun straight west, that s when it starts fading away, moving on along in this little house on the highway
Looking for a place to top off the propane, headed for santa fe
The cabinet doors keep swinging open each time i make a left, makin my way past tullahoma, wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to
Well don t use the brakes, headed for santa fe, better pick up the pace
looking for a place to top off the propane
Looking for a place to top off the propane, little house on the highway, the only way i know where i m going is chasing the sun straight west
Well don t use the brakes, i m traveling with a three ring circus House, a trucker s tan and dirty raybans