Eighteen Wheels to Alabama (Classic Country)

Verse 1

Eighteen wheels spin, sun on the dash

Empty seat, echo of your laugh

Highway sings those hometown tunes

Bama blue, painted high in June

One more mile, white lines flow

Fingers tap the steering wheel, slow

Humming low, radio on

Your memory rides shotgun, gone

Chorus

Bama blue skies leading me home

Every curve, every cloud, the same old song

Your name in the wind as I roll on

Alabama skies are leading me home

Post-Chorus

Leading me home

Leading me home

Verse 2

Rest stop lights, stretch my legs

Read your last text, shaking hands

Maybe you wait, porch swing creaks

Night birds call, hope never sleeps

Shifting gears, heartbeat quick

Fuel tank low, stomach thick

Eighteen wheels, endless road

I count each mile, closer to you

Chorus

Bama blue skies leading me home

Every curve, every cloud, the same old song

Your name in the wind as I roll on

Alabama skies are leading me home

Post-Chorus

Leading me home

Leading me home

Bridge

Same sweet scent of pine

Same red dirt roads I left behind

I see your shadow on the drive

I see your smile in the sunrise

Chorus

Bama blue skies leading me home

Every curve, every cloud, the same old song

Your name in the wind as I roll on

Alabama skies are leading me home

Post-Chorus

Leading me home

Leading me home

Outro

Eighteen wheels, settling down

Big rig sighs, hometown found

Standing still, after so long

Bama blue skies, I’m finally home