Kellie Pickler - Little House On the Highway lyrics

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 pa**ing lane A trucker's tan and dirty RayBans 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 pa**ing lane A trucker's tan and dirty RayBans 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 pa**ing lane A trucker's tan and dirty RayBans Looking for a place to top off the propane Moving on along in this little house on the highway. Little house on the highway