Highway Home For Christmas

I've been away
For a month of Sundays
December almost gone
I've been working hard
Been making my bread
But a month is far too long

Don't have a hundred million
But I got presents for the children
Gonna keep my promise true, yeah
Heavy is my heart
Plowing through the gentle snow
Racing to get home to you

Denver to Chicago
Load it up with cargo
Tryna get home to you

I'm tryna get home
Tryna get home

I'm running outta gas
But I don't wanna stop
My eyes growing heavy
Gas station coffee
Taste bittersweet
But keeps my hands steady

I keep my appetite
Christmas morning
Baked ham and [?]
Keep my eyes on the road
As I fight for your man
To see the children with their brand new toys

Denver to Chicago
Load it up with cargo
Tryna get home to you
Oh, please don't wake the children
In the morning if they're dreaming
I'll be coming home to you
(I'll be coming, I'll be coming home)

Yeah, I will be your little drummer boy
I will be your little drummer boy
Highway got me seeing double lines
Highway got me losing my mind

Denver to Chicago
Loaded up with cargo
Tryna get home to you
Running miles down the highway
Staying [?]
I'll be coming home to you
(I'll be coming, I'll be coming home to you)
But please don't wake the children
In the morning if they're dreaming
I'll be coming home to you
The only present that I desire
Is to hold you by the fire
I'll be coming home to you, yeah
I'll be coming home to you, yeah
I'll be coming, I'll be coming home, hey
I'll be coming home to you
I'll be coming, I'll be coming home