Hey, how about you, Alabama, roll on!

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, it's Monday morning; he's kissing Mama good-bye
He's up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And he's off on a Midwest run
And three sad faces gather 'round Mama
They ask her when Daddy's coming home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when he's gone, yeah they do
Ah, but he calls them every night and tells them that he loves them
He taught them 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, it's Wednesday evening; Mama's waiting by the phone
It rings, but it's not his voice
It seems the Highway Patrol has found a jackknifed rig
In a snowbank in Illinois
But the driver was missing, 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, they'd call
And she told them when they found him to tell him that she loved him
And she hung up the phone, singing:

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
Thinking nothing but the words just coming with the ringing 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
Asking her if she had been singing the song, singing:

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, 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!  roll on!  roll on!  roll on!

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