Hundred miles from Heaven
By John Hickman
Rolliní down the highway
Eighteen wheels on fire
White line points to Charlotte
And the one of my desire.
Iíve traveled this land over
Since back in í63
And through the years
The joy, the tears
Sheís waited patiently.
Iím a hundred miles from Heaven
Gettiní closer all the time.
Just a hundred miles from Heaven
With sweet Charlotte on my mind.
Iíll keep these wheels a burniní
Till I get home to see
The woman who is waiting there
To love and comfort me.
The nights are dark and lonely
On the highway all alone
And though my heart is achiní
It has no need to roam.
So Iíll just go on dreaminí
Of my Charlotteís love so fine
And keep this big rig rolliní
Toward that Mason-Dixon line.
Iím a hundred miles from heaven
Gettiní closer all the time.
Just a hundred miles from heaven
With sweet Charlotte on my mind.
Iíll keep these wheels a burniní
Till I get home to see
The woman who is waiting there
To love and comfort me.
My Charlotte she is waiting there
To love and comfort me.