18-WHEELS PREACHER (OUTLAW COUNTRY) - Levi Stoker
18 wheels and a prayer.
That's all you got out here.
Just you, the white line and the ghost of every mile you've ever driven.
And somewhere out there,
a woman waiting by a window.
The dash boards glowing green and dim,
the radio's just static.
The highway's like a river,
and I'm floating down the attic.
Got a logbook full of numbers,
and a conscience full of sins.
The miles are just a number,
but the time is wearing thin.
I passed a truck stop diner,
where the coffee's black and old.
The waitress knew my order,
from the stories that I told.
Lord, I'm an 18 wheels preacher,
with a rig and a prayer.
Rolling through the darkness,
through the rain and through the glare.
I'm a sinner on the asphalt,
a believer in the road.
When the headlights start to flicker,
I got nowhere else to go.
I'm an 18 wheels preacher,
rolling through the night.
The cargo's just machinery,
but it's somebody's whole life.
I'm carrying their future,
on this endless road of strife.
I passed a hitchhiker this morning,
with a sign that said LA.
I almost stopped to pick him up,
but I had to make my way.
There's a trucker on the CB,
who's been talking for an hour.
He says he's been on the road so long,
he's lost his sense of power.
Lord, I'm an 18 wheels preacher,
with a rig and a prayer.
Rolling through the darkness,
through the rain and through the glare.
I'm a sinner on the asphalt,
a believer in the road.
When the headlights start to flicker,
I got nowhere else to go.
I'm an 18 wheels preacher,
rolling through the night.
What you got when the headlights die?
Got my prayer to the sky.
What you got when the fuel runs low?
Got the strength to go slow.
What you got when the road's all black?
Got my memory to take me back.
What you got when the morning breaks?
Got the promise that my heart aches.
Boys, boys, boys, boys,
keep on rolling through the night.
Lord, I'm an 18 wheels preacher,
with a rig and a prayer.
Rolling through the darkness,
through the rain and through the glare.
I'm a sinner on the asphalt,
a believer in the road.
When the headlights start to flicker,
I got nowhere else to go.
I'm an 18 wheels preacher,
rolling through the night.
I'm an 18 wheels preacher,
till I see the morning light.
We got a preacher rolling eastbound.
