Looking at the World Through a Windshield

One, two, one

Well, when I was just a little bitty kid

I remember one time Mommy said:

"Daddy sends you all his love from 'Frisco Bay"

Well I didn't understand till I was grown

Why my Daddy didn't spend a little time at home

Instead of running round the country that way

Woh, I'm looking at the world through a windshield

Seeing everything in a little bit different light

I got a sweet little thing that I'm dying to see in Nashville

And I'm down around Dallas and roll on south tonight

Well, long strips of rubber that you see

Were burnt off of this rig by the likes of me

And they'll rot along the highways in this land

I'm gonna write my name in this diesel smoke

And let the ones that come along behind me choke

And try to keep this pace I'm setting anytime that they can

Woh, I'm looking at the world through a windshield

Watching it fly by me on the right

I got a sweet little thing that I'm dying to see in Nashville

And I'm down around Dallas and roll on south tonight

Well, I push this rig through the sleet and rain

And I've driven through the rough terrain

Of the rockies to the docks of old L.A.

On down that old Pacific shore

I swing north and head for Baltimore

Or some place 'bout 2000 miles away

Woh, I'm looking at the world through a windshield

Watching it fly by me on the right

I got a sweet little thing that I'm dying to see in Nashville

And I'm down around Dallas and roll on south tonight

And I'm down around Dallas and roll on south tonight