Brooks & Dunn - White Line Casanova lyrics

I'm dead headin' down from Tulsa Goin' back to San Antone My baby called me up this morning Begging me to come back home Haulin' high hopes and thin air Losin' money by the mile I'll get there a poor man She'll make it worth my while I was a white line casanova A love bandit of the road I got the one I can't get over I miss her more with every load I got these eighteen wheels Singin' home sweet home I been too long gone Oh I'm comin' home to ya I ain't left the fast lane Since I hit the last toll gate I know she's out there waitin' in that Lone Star state She'll be standin' on the front porch Reachin' out with open arms This woman's out to get me Shoot the dog and sell the farm I was a white line casanova A love bandit of the road I got the one I can't get over I miss her more with every load I got these eighteen wheels Singin' home sweet home I been gone too long Oh I'm comin' home to ya I got a white knuckle grip On this wheel in my hand I'm rollin' down the highway Just as fast as I can I'm blowin' smoke from both stacks Pickin' 'em up, I'm puttin' 'em down There won't be no time at all 'Til I'll be rollin' into town I was a white line casanova A love bandit of the road I got the one I can't get over I miss her more with every load I got these eighteen wheels Singin' home sweet home I been gone too long Oh I'm comin' home to ya Yea I got these eighteen wheels Singin' home sweet home I been too long gone Oh I'm comin' home to ya