18 Wheelers and Jesus
written by John Bocchino
Winter came with the cold and snow
I knew then it was time to go
Heading south where it’s plenty warm
Gotta get ahead of the next storm
Driving down New Mexico way
Into Texas in another day
Out of the mountains and onto the plains
Full of tumbleweeds and long freight trains
Chorus:
18 Wheelers and Jesus pass me by
Dollar Stores rise to watch the towns die
Oil and gas and a slaughter house
Give birth to a mansion way too big to be a house
Giant flags and political signs
Guns and Jesus are on their minds
Big white crosses and promises to save
Messages delivered and people forgave
Tired buildings and broken glass
Memories faded into the past
Piles of rust from another time
A pack of cigarettes for a quarter and a dime
Chorus:
18 Wheelers and Jesus pass me by
Dollar Stores rise to watch the towns die
Oil and gas and a slaughter house
Give birth to a mansion way too big to be a house
Down in the Hill Country the towns thrive
History and Main Street are both alive
Long driveways with metal gates
This is the new Lone Star State
Capture the moment through the lens
Another story to remember when
Heading back north and moving along
Plenty of time to write this song
Chorus:
18 Wheelers and Jesus pass me by
Dollar Stores rise to watch the towns die
Oil and gas and a slaughter house
Give birth to a mansion way too big to be a house