| 18 wheels and 18 miles to Tucumcari
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| Just me and Billy Graham and the Bibles that I carry
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| Me I’m not just any other Dick or Harry
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| I got a big cross painted on the side of my rig
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| To remind the devil that he ain’t so big and scary
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| Crucifix hanging from my rear view mirror
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| Crown of thorns helps me see things clearer
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| When I’m lost the hands they help me steer her
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| When I hit that rumble strip
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| It reminds me that the Gospel ship
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| Is getting nearer
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| Well I’m Paul the Apostle
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| Preaching truck stop Gospel
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| I’m not angry, no
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| I’m not hostile
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| Just want you to love my Jesus
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| Going to make you a true believer
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| Just want to modify your behavior
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| I just want you to love my Savior
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| Fifteen thousand Bibles on my tires
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| Holy water radiator this truck ain’t for hire
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| Going to drive it 'til I join The Angel Choir
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| Tell anybody who will listen
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| That I’ve been saved
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| I’m a god fearing Christian
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| On fire
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| Parking lot lady
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| Wants me to let her climb in
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| Says 'Is my kind of truck
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| The kind she could have a good time in?'
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| She jumped up, but before she could even chime in
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| I was speaking in The Holy Spirit
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| I cast that demon out
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| I could hear it dying |