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 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 passing 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 passing 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