Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh, rolling down that eastern seaboard, I've got my diesel wound up and she's running like never before. There's a speed zone ahead all right, I don't see a cop in sight, six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. I've got me ten forward gears and a Georgia Overdrive, I'm taking little white pills and my eyes are open wide. I just passed a Jimmy on a white, I've been passing everything in sight, six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. Well, it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye, I could have a lot of women but I'm not like some of the guys. I could have one to hold me tight, but I could never make believe it's all right, six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. Well, ICC is checking on down the line, I'm a little overweight and my log book's way behind. But nothing bothers midnight, I can dodge all the scales all right, six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. Well, my rig's a little old but that don't mean she's slow, there's a flame from her stack and that smoke's blowing black as coal. My hometown's coming in sight, if you think I'm a-happy you're right, six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight. Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.