Roger Creager - Driving Home Lyrics

Driving slow, it’s piling up on the highway
But I can’t stop until I reach Cheyenne
The radio plays a sad song of forgiveness
My love for you it leads me on Diane

Chorus: Honey you know I never should have left you
Now I’m running home as fast as I can
And I shake, and I roll
I let the highway bathe my soul
This bucket of rust & me burning up the night
With your love and lady luck
Riding shotgun in my truck
In the dead of the night
I’ve never been more alive
Driving home

I don’t know what I thought
I’d find out in California
But I dang sure found out what ain’t there
They got Hollywood, redwoods and wine
But they ain’t got your green eyes or auburn hair
So with the hammer down
Gas tank on empty
Yeah I’m running on adrenaline and prayer

Chorus:

And baby hang on, my God I’ve missed you.
And now I’m burning up the highway to you.

Chorus:
I’m driving home