Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on, Daddy, til you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on, Mama, like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on roll on
Well, its Monday morning
Hes kissin Mama goodbye
Hes up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And hes off on a Midwest run
And three sad faces gather round Mama
They ask her when Daddys comin home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when hes gone yeah, they do
Ah, but he calls them every night
And tells them that he loves them
He taught em this song to sing
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on, Daddy, til you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on, Mama, like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on roll on
Well, its Wednesday evening
Mamas waitin by the phone
It rings, but its not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jackknifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missin
And the search had been abandoned
Cause the weather had everything stalled
And they had checked all the houses and the local motels
When they had some more news, theyd call
And she told them when they found him to tell him
That she loved him
And she hung up the phone, singin
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on, Daddy, til you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on, Mama, like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on
Mama and the children will be waiting up all night long
Thinkin nothing but the words just comin
With the ringin of the telephone
Oh, but the man upstairs was listening
When Mama asked him to bring Daddy home
And when the call came in
It was daddy on the other end
Askin her if she had been singin the song, singin
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on, Daddy, til you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on, Mama, like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on roll on
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler, roll on