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Ah, fire them things up boys Been out here on this highway Rolling on now twenty years Just like my dad before me Coffee, blood, sweat, and tears I'm addicted to the white line A prisoner of the road Ain't no cure for this disease It brings us outlaws and rogues When they locked me up They handed me the keys I'm pulling eighteen gears to life With no chance of parole My heart belongs to Jesus But this highway owns my soul It's a crime I'm doing time Just to send it on down the line I'm pulling eighteen gears Eighteen gears, eighteen gears to life Some say I'm semi crazy My God, its hard to tell This diamond tuck and leather Just might be my padded cell Those pictures on my dashboard Where I've watched my kids grow up I thank God they understand The cost of diesel in my blood They know this rambling man And what sets me free I'm pulling eighteen gears to life With no chance of parole My heart belongs to Jesus But this ole highway owns my soul It's a crime I'm doing time Just to send it on down the line I'm pulling eighteen gears Eighteen gears, eighteen gears to life I'm pulling eighteen gears to life With no chance of parole My heart belongs to Jesus But this highway owns my soul It's a crime I'm doing time Just to send it on down the line I'm pulling eighteen gears Eighteen gears, eighteen gears to life There's no escaping this addiction So, until the day I die I'm pulling eighteen gears, eighteen gears Eighteen gears to life Eighteen gears to life Eighteen gears to life
Writer(s): Jeff Silvey, Anthony Gene Justice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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