Little House On The Highway
Makin' my way past Tullahoma,
Better pick up the pace.
I'm traveling with a three ring circus,
Headed for Santa Fe.
I finally found a radio station
And it's keepin' me wide awake.
And just when I like what I hear playing
That's when it starts fading away.
We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
A trucker's tan and dirty Ray-Bans
Looking for a place to top off the propane
Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
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
We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
A trucker's tan and dirty Ray-Bans
Looking for a place to top off the propane
Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
Wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to
Rise
You'll know we finally made it there when the wood is all petrified
Well don't use the brakes, pop the clutch and shift those gears
It's no man's land 'til the Rio Grande
Driving through the sand and we're just out here
Stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
A trucker's tan and dirty Ray-Bans
Looking for a place to top off the propane
Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
Little house on the highway
Better pick up the pace.
I'm traveling with a three ring circus,
Headed for Santa Fe.
I finally found a radio station
And it's keepin' me wide awake.
And just when I like what I hear playing
That's when it starts fading away.
We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
A trucker's tan and dirty Ray-Bans
Looking for a place to top off the propane
Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
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
We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
A trucker's tan and dirty Ray-Bans
Looking for a place to top off the propane
Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
Wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to
Rise
You'll know we finally made it there when the wood is all petrified
Well don't use the brakes, pop the clutch and shift those gears
It's no man's land 'til the Rio Grande
Driving through the sand and we're just out here
Stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane
A trucker's tan and dirty Ray-Bans
Looking for a place to top off the propane
Moving on along in this little house on the highway.
Little house on the highway
Credits
Writer(s): Natalie Hemby, Rodney Clawson
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