This storm blew up from out of nowhere now it's raining with a vengence
Tonight West Texas might get washed away
It's nights like these that get me thinking why'd I wanna be a trucker
When I ask myself I ain't got much to say .. and
(Chorus # 1)
It's a quarter past eleven eighty miles from Amarillo
And I'm wondering if a Peterbilt can drown
I can barely see the white lines thank God there ain't much traffic
Just me and this old truck and a hard rain coming down
My windshield wipers keep on trying it looks like a losing battle
I know there's a truckstop up ahead
I'll grab a cup and wait the storm out Lord knows it can't rain forever
That's what I tell myself but I ain't taking bets
(Repeat Chorus # 1)
(Bridge)
It's a West Texas morning that old Texas sun is shining
The storm is nothing but a memory
Back on the highway...Twin stacks a smokin'
And eighteen wheels a rollin' ...rolling to the one who waits for me
(Chorus # 2)
At a quarter past seven I pulled out of Amarillo
Eastbound and I let the hammer down
Started counting all the white lines seems the road goes on forever
Just me and this old truck and the rain starts coming down
(Chorus # 3)
It's a quarter past eleven in Atoka, Oklahoma
When this old Peterbilt pulls into my hometown
She's standing in the doorway, there's nothing more to ask for