LOOKINâ AT THE WORLD THROUGH A WINDSHIELD
WRITERS JERRY CHESNUT, MIKE HOYER
When I was just a little bitty kid I remembered one time Mama said
Daddy sends you all his love from Frisco Bay
I didnât understand till I was grown
why my Daddy didnât spend a little time at home
Instead of runninâ around the country that way
Now Iâm looking at the world through a windshield
And see everything in a little bit different light
I got a sweet little thing Iâm wantinâ to see in Nashville
And Iâm down around Dallas and aârollinâ on fast tonight
Long strips of rubber that you see
Were burned off of this rig by the likes of me
And theyâll ride along the highways in this land
Iâm gonna sign my name in this diesel smoke
And let the ones that come behind me choke
Now Iâm looking at the world through a windshield
Watchinâ it a flyinâ by me at the right
I got a sweet little thing Iâm wantinâ to see in Nashville
And Iâm down around Dallas and aârollinâ on fast tonight
Iâve pushed this rig through sleet and rain
And Iâve driven through the rough terrain
Of the Rockies to the docks of old L.A.
On down that old Pacific shore, sing north and headinâ for Baltimore
Of somethinâ âbout two thousand miles away
Now Iâm looking at the world through a windshield
Watchinâ it a flyinâ by me at the right
I got a sweet little thing Iâm wantinâ to see in Nashville
And Iâm down around Dallas and aârollinâ on fast tonight
