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