Those old white lines, are slowly fading
on this old highway, that I roam
there's no street signs, no map is needed
this big rigs headed, on its way home
There's no cargo, no not this time
I've done unloaded, a world of strife
no log book entry, will be needed
my names done there, in the book of Life
Those 18 wheels, hear them humming
Rock of Ages, cliff for me
I'm on my last run, my journeys over
I've made Heaven, I'm home you see
Can't you hear, my big horn blowing
no more wide turns, left to make
I'm on a straight run, bound for Glory
where I'll apply, the final brake
Angels are riding, upon my shoulder
Hear them sing, Amazing Grace
on this long, Highway to Heaven
Where I'll retire, in Gods embrace
I see the lights, their growing nearer
I'm almost to, that Pearly Gate
Where Momma and Daddy, will be waiting
I'm coming home, I won't be late
Those 18 wheels, hear them humming
Rock of Ages, cliff for me
I'm on my last run, my journeys over
I've made Heaven, my soul is free
by deb/nana5
Copyright 2006 Debbie Rogers
In Loving Memory of my Uncle
James Humphreys, a retired trucker
