Lyrics

Riding Shotgun With The Angels

My 18-wheeler is a cussing & a smoking
Logging miles from Memphis to Hoboken
This lonely cab is closing in
Since my Chelsea's death, I find it hard to live again

14 happy years Chelsea rode up front with me
Singing country songs from L.A. to Tennessee
Harmonizing vocals with the radio all the day
She filled my life with such joy it took my breath away

Chorus:
When she sings she takes my soul to heaven
Chelsea's earned her wings in the celestial jamboree
I can feel her presence sitting right here by my side
Riding shotgun with the angels and me

Dangling from the rearview hangs a picture of my wife
Chelsea passed on Easter when Cancer took her life
We'd go (to) the Grand Ole Opry every chance that we could get
She lived her life the fullest and I have no regrets

Now Chelsea lives in heaven with the stars from long ago
I hear her singing next to me along with my radio
It soothes my soul to know she's found peace in afterlife
Hob knobbing with the country stars till wee hours of the night

CHORUS:

BRIDGE:
Chelsea sends me messages that comfort and console
Remind me of the fun we had that lives within my soul

Chorus
When she sings she takes my soul to heaven
Chelsea's earned her wings in the celestial jamboree
I can feel her presence sitting right here by my side
Riding shotgun with the angels and me
Riding shotgun with the angels and me