Next Best Western Lyrics

Next Best Western lyrics

It’s the middle of the night 

Near the Indiana line 

I’m pulling in a Christian station 

The signal’s crystal clear 

But I cannot really hear 

What he says about the Revelation 

I am wretched, I am tired 

But the preacher is on fire 

And I wish I could believe 



Whoever watches over all these truckers 

Show a little mercy for a weary sinner 

And deliver me – Lord, deliver me 

Deliver me to the next best western 



Did he who made the lamb 

Put the tremble in the hand 

That reaches out to take me quarter 

I look him in the eye 

But there isn’t any time 

Just time enough to pass the tender 

The highway takes its toll 

The green light flashes go 

And it’s welcome to Ohio 



(chorus) 



At four a.m. on 80 East 

It’s in the nature of the beast 

To wonder if there’s something missing 

I am wretched, I am tired 

But the preacher is on fire 

And I wish I could believe 



(chorus)