Ready to head out, work the trench, Sayin' goodbye... farewell. To the love of my life, Where everything overflows— Spills... What a day... overkill. Come high noon, Lunch'll be here soon. One more mile, one more drill, Thinkin' of home... Over that high hill. When morning rang, I cooked my flapjacks, Packed my goods, slipped out the back Like I knew I would. Stole one last hug from my favorite gal— Oh... and one more thing... That lovely kiss from tender red lips… Still tastes so damn good. What a day... Overkill, Come high noon, Lunch'll be here soon. Blisters on my feet, Boots startin' to creak... One more mile! One more drill! One more mile! One more drill! Thinkin' of home... Over that high hill. Waved goodbye, said my prayers, "I'll be back before the stars." Down that crooked hill I walked, But the job ran long, hours kept fillin’ One... Two... Three... Daylight slips away. I smile, thinkin' of your kiss... That's what I miss. Night settles in, end of the day. Got my dollar bills, I made my way. That footworn road, workin' till overkill... Ohhh... Come midnight, I hit the HIGH hill. Soon I'll be holding’… My gal. Whistling at the stars... I'm coming home now, dear. I'm not too far... ohhh…. I’m not too far…
