I left Milwaukee in a ragin' blizzard Still plenty of time the way I had it figured Chicago traffic didn't do me no favors Slowpokes, semis, and old tailgaters I got pulled over by a hothead trooper He wrote me up for my NASCAR maneuvers Construction zones all through Kentucky Shoulda been on time, but I'm not
[Chorus] I'm comin' in hot I may not be there on the dot My tank's on empty and my tires are shot Y'all hang on, I'm a-comin' in hot
[Verse 2] Well, the gig was gravy and the band was solid The crowd so rowdy, they hooted and hollered Back on the road and right away, I'm yearnin' Thinkin' about your sweet home fires burnin' Sometimes, I question this way of livin' Not much takin' and a whole lot of givin' But don't worry, hun, I ain't second guessin' All of the good things we've got [Chorus] I'm comin' in hot I may not be there on the dot Got the caffeine jitters and my mind is shot Hun, hang on, I'm a-comin' in hot
[Bridge] And when It's my appointed date To stand up at those pearly Gates Much as I hate to make him wait Tell old Saint Pete I'm runnin' late
[Chorus] I'm comin' in hot I may not be there on the dot My eyes are propped open and my nerves are shot Lordy, hang on, I'm a-comin' in hotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
