Little House On The Highway Lyrics - 100 Proof - Kellie Pickler

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 station 

And it's keepin' me wide awake. 

And just when I like what I hear playing 

That's when it starts fading away. 

We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane 

A trucker's tan and dirty Ray-Bans 

Looking for a place to top off the propane 

Moving on along in this little house on the highway. 

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The cabinet doors keep swinging open each time I make a left 

The only way I know where I'm going is chasing the sun straight west 

We're stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane 

A trucker's tan and dirty Ray-Bans 

Looking for a place to top off the propane 

Moving on along in this little house on the highway. 

Wheels keep rolling into mountain time and the hills are all beginning to 

Rise 

You'll know we finally made it there when the wood is all petrified 

Well don't use the brakes, pop the clutch and shift those gears 

It's no man's land 'til the Rio Grande 

Driving through the sand and we're just out here 

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Stacking up miles and slowing down the passing lane 

A trucker's tan and dirty Ray-Bans 

Looking for a place to top off the propane 

Moving on along in this little house on the highway. 

Little house on the highway