Diesel Therapy

I was a straight-A student with a family who loved me
But I never felt I fit in
I turned to the streets for a little bit of guidance
And that's where the story begins

With a little bit of hustle, I got me some muscle
And lived life on the run
'Till it all came crashing all around me
The last time I picked up a gun

Now I'm on diesel therapy
The man at the wheel says there's 2,000 miles to go
I'm on diesel therapy
I don't know if I'll make it, so Lord please take me home

I can't eat my sandwich with my hands in shackles
And my feet are falling asleep
The countryside looks mighty inviting
And I'm chained to my seat

Guy 'cross the aisle shoots me smile
Looks like he needs a friend
But I'm staying quiet, because if I break the silence
I'll eat that rifle's end

I'm on diesel therapy
The man at the wheel says there's 2,000 miles to go
I'm on diesel therapy
I don't know if I'll make it, so Lord please take me home, Lord

Take me home – Lord
Oh take me home, yeah

It's already late when we reach the gate
But St. Peter's nowhere around
Just the welcome committee shining their truncheons
It's time for another beat down
Now I'm back in the hole, and I just wanna sleep
And reach the mainline if I can
But the captain's read the file on me
In a week I'll hit the road again

I'm on diesel therapy
The man at the wheel says there's 2,000 miles to go
I'm on diesel therapy
I don't know if I'll make it, so Lord please take me home

I don't know if I'll make it, so Lord please take me

Home (I don't know if I'll make it, so Lord please take me)
Take me home – Lord
(I don't know if I'll make it, so Lord please take me)
Take me home!
(I don't know if I'll make it, so please please take me)
Take me home!



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Todd
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