Driving Home Lyrics

By Roger Creager
Driving snow is piling on the highway
But I can't stop till I reach Cheyenne
The radio plays a sad song of forgiveness
My love for you leads me on, Diane
But, honey you know I never should have left you
But now I'm running home as fast as I can
Chorus:
And I shake and I roll
I let the highway bathe my soul
This bucket of rust and 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
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
Bridge:
Baby hang on my god I've missed you
Now I'm burning up the highway to you
I'm driving home