White Line Casanova - Brooks & Dunn

(Ronnie Dunn)

I'm dead headin' down from Tulsa

Goin' back to San Antone

My baby called me up this morning

Begging me to come back home

Haulin' high hopes and thin air

Losin' money by the mile

I'll get there a poor man

She'll make it worth my while

I was a white line casanova

A love bandit of the road

I got the one I can't get over

I miss her more with every load

I got these eighteen wheels

Singin' home sweet home

I been too long gone

Oh I'm comin' home to ya

I ain't left the fast lane

Since I hit the last toll gate

I know she's out there waitin' in that Lone Star state

She'll be standin' on the front porch

Reachin' out with open arms

This woman's out to get me

Shoot the dog and sell the farm

I was a white line casanova

A love bandit of the road

I got the one I can't get over

I miss her more with every load

I got these eighteen wheels

Singin' home sweet home

I been gone too long

Oh I'm comin' home to ya

I got a white knuckle grip

On this wheel in my hand

I'm rollin' down the highway

Just as fast as I can

I'm blowin' smoke from both stacks

Pickin' 'em up, I'm puttin' 'em down

There won't be no time at all

'Til I'll be rollin' into town

I was a white line casanova

A love bandit of the road

I got the one I can't get over

I miss her more with every load

I got these eighteen wheels

Singin' home sweet home

I been gone too long

Oh I'm comin' home to ya

Yea I got these eighteen wheels

Singin' home sweet home

I been too long gone

Oh I'm comin' home to ya