The Road Home
Sometimes I get to thinking
And I find it hard to sleep
'Cause I think about the good times
And the memories I keep
There's someone out there somewhere
Who may not have the smile
That I have upon my face tonight
Looking back on all the miles
Every time I climb aboard
The big rig that I drive
I always feel so grateful
And glad to be alive
It's so good to be behind the wheel
And I never feel alone
It doesn't matter where I'm driving
It's always the road home
I like the east and love the west
The south's been good to me
The Northwest Territory
Has such greenery
I've traveled every inch of ground
And every Interstate
I always feel so comfortable
It's what makes this land so great
Every time I climb aboard
The big rig that I drive
I always feel so grateful
And glad to be alive
It's so good to be behind the wheel
And I never feel alone
It doesn't matter where I'm driving
It's always the road home
So whenever there's a trucker
And he's barrelin' down the line
You'll see he's got a job to do
And know he's doing fine
As for me, I'm always happy
Like a rolling stone
Crossing this big country
In my truck named "Home Sweet Home"
And I find it hard to sleep
'Cause I think about the good times
And the memories I keep
There's someone out there somewhere
Who may not have the smile
That I have upon my face tonight
Looking back on all the miles
Every time I climb aboard
The big rig that I drive
I always feel so grateful
And glad to be alive
It's so good to be behind the wheel
And I never feel alone
It doesn't matter where I'm driving
It's always the road home
I like the east and love the west
The south's been good to me
The Northwest Territory
Has such greenery
I've traveled every inch of ground
And every Interstate
I always feel so comfortable
It's what makes this land so great
Every time I climb aboard
The big rig that I drive
I always feel so grateful
And glad to be alive
It's so good to be behind the wheel
And I never feel alone
It doesn't matter where I'm driving
It's always the road home
So whenever there's a trucker
And he's barrelin' down the line
You'll see he's got a job to do
And know he's doing fine
As for me, I'm always happy
Like a rolling stone
Crossing this big country
In my truck named "Home Sweet Home"
Credits
Writer(s): Johnson, Mollin
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