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 you

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 you

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 you
Yea I got these eighteen wheels singin' home sweet home
I been too long gone oh I'm comin' home to you