Letra de ' Comin' In Hot ' de Brennen Leigh

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

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

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

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

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

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 hot