Well I pulled out of Pittsburgh,
rolling down the eastern sea border
I got my rig so wound up,
and [bad word] like never before
There's a speed zone ahead on my right,
but I don't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well my rig's a little low,
but that don't mean that she's slow
There a flame from her stack,
blowing smoke as black as coal
My [bad word]  in sight,
if you think I'm happy all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

I've got ten forward gears,
and a sweet Georgia overdrive
I got the pedal to the metal,
and my eyes are open wide
I just passed a Jimmy in white,
I've been passing everything in sight
Six days on the road and I gotta see my baby tonight

The ICC is checking on down the line,
I'm a little hung over
And my log book is way behind,
but nothing bothers me tonight
Just I can dodge them scales alright
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Yeah, it seems like a year since I kissed my baby bye bye,
I can have a lot of chicks but I'm not like some other guys
Yes, I can find one to hold me tight,
but you know it wouldn't be alright
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

I pulled out of Pittsburgh,
rolling down the eastern sea border
I got my rig wound up,
and [bad word] like never before
There's a speed zone ahead on my right,
but I can dodge the law all night
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road and I gotta see my baby tonight