Bug Country Lyrics

Southbound rollin toward the 36 highway line
Double white piggy back trailer passing to my side
When I make town I'm not sure what I'll do
But I could win this race but I want to lose
Breaking up is all my fault
Fallin down still starin' should have never got up

I'm half of the way to your town
You won't even know at all that I was even around
Got new and old bad habits on this drive
I'll be comin home next Sunday
Pray that I'm still alive
All this late night driving is really bringing me down
The heat of the loneliness, the rumbling sound

The hardest part is being alone
But the hateful part is coming home
And I'm half of the way to your town
You won't even know at all that I was even around
Got new and old bad habits on this drive
And I'm comin' home next Sunday
Pray that I'm still alive
All this late night driving's really bringing me down
The heat of the loneliness, the rumbling sound

Well I'm partial to the traveling life
And every girl I meet I wish was my wife
Finished not through