White Lines and White Knuckles
Modern country rock with a dusty, highway feel: twangy electric and slide guitar over a mid-tempo stomp, roomy drums, and warm bass. Male vocals, gritty but melodic, sit upfront; verses stay lean and talky, chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a soaring hook. Subtle organ pad swells on the bridge before kicking back into a bigger final chorus with ad-libbed runs and a tight band cutoff.
White Lines and White Knuckles
Modern country rock with a dusty, highway feel: twangy electric and slide guitar over a mid-tempo stomp, roomy drums, and warm bass. Male vocals, gritty but melodic, sit upfront; verses stay lean and talky, chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a soaring hook. Subtle organ pad swells on the bridge before kicking back into a bigger final chorus with ad-libbed runs and a tight band cutoff.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Sun-up coffee in a truck stop cup
Change in the tray
And a torn map up
Last night’s town’s just a name in dust
On the back of this rig and a little rust
CB chatter like a lonely choir
Boot on the pedal
Chasing something higher
Got your picture on the dash in a plastic frame
Every mile
Every mile
I say your name
Chorus
I’m an 18-wheeling cowboy
Chasing these white lines
Hauling my heart from state to state
Leaving pieces at every sign
I ain’t looking for a rest stop
Just a little peace of mind
I’m an 18-wheeling cowboy
Chasing these white lines
Verse 2
Motel curtains never quite shut right
Neon hum sneaks in all night
I count taillights instead of sheep
Highway howls me back from sleep
Fuel receipts like a paper trail
Of every almost
Every near-fail
Call you late when the signal’s kind
Say I’m close
But I’m three days behind
Chorus
I’m an 18-wheeling cowboy
Chasing these white lines
Hauling my heart from state to state
Leaving pieces at every sign
I ain’t looking for a rest stop
Just a little peace of mind
I’m an 18-wheeling cowboy
Chasing these white lines
Bridge
One day I’ll park this rig for good
Build us a porch out of busted wood
Till then it’s miles and miles of might-have-beens
Praying this road leads back to you again (yeah)
Chorus
I’m an 18-wheeling cowboy
Chasing these white lines
Hauling my heart from state to state
Leaving pieces at every sign
I ain’t looking for a rest stop
Just a little peace of mind
I’m an 18-wheeling cowboy
Chasing these white lines
(Yeah I’m an 18-wheeling cowboy)
Chasing these white lines