Hell On 18 Wheels

D                         G      
Well it's Saturday night, I've 
            D
been up since Thursday
        D                       
Another pack of cigarettes, some 
 G  D      A
coffee to go
   D                    G      
My boots need new heels My shirt 
              D
smells like diesel
      D                           
And I bet you don't know just how 
A               D
far I've got to 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

Continúa después del anuncio
         G        A              
And I've taken my share of those 
D
little white pills
  G                     D         
I throw?d 'er down into overdrive 
                  A
in the California hills
  G                 A             
I fly from coast to coast I've got
    D    Bm/A       Bm     G
 to find out how it feels
      D             A        G   
To be heaven in the sack and hell
    A  D
 on 18 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