Kellie Pickler - Little House On The Highway Lyrics
Makin' my way past Tullahoma, Better pick up the pace.I'm traveling with a three ring circus, Headed for Santa Fe.I finally found a radio stationAnd it's keepin' me wide awake.And just when I like what I hear playingThat's when it starts fading away.We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing laneA trucker's tan and dirty RayBansLooking for a place to top off the propaneMoving on along in this little house on the highway.The cabinet doors keep swinging open each time I make a leftThe only way I know where I'm going is chasing the sun straight westWe're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing laneA trucker's tan and dirty RayBansLooking for a place to top off the propaneMoving on along in this little house on the highway.Wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning toRiseYou'll know we finally made it there when the wood is all petrifiedWell don't use the brakes, pop the clutch and shift those gearsIt's no man's land 'til the Rio GrandeDriving through the sand and we're just out hereStacking up miles and slowing down the passing laneA trucker's tan and dirty RayBansLooking for a place to top off the propaneMoving on along in this little house on the highway.Little house on the highway
