Alabama - Roll On (Eighteen Wheeler) lyrics
[Alabama - Roll On Eighteen Wheeler lyrics]
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on
(roll on)
Well, it's Monday morning
He's kissing momma goodbye
He's up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And he's off on a midwest run
As three sad faces gather round momma
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 everynight
And he tells them that he loves them
And he taught them this song to sing
Well, it's Wednesday evening
Momma's waitin by the phone
It rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has
Found a jackknifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missing
And the search had been abandoned
Because 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
Momma and the children will be
Waiting up all night long
Thinking nothing but the worst is coming
With the ringing of the telephone
Oh, but the man upstairs was listening
When momma 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
Eighteen-wheeler
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on
(roll on)
Well, it's Monday morning
He's kissing momma goodbye
He's up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And he's off on a midwest run
As three sad faces gather round momma
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 everynight
And he tells them that he loves them
And he taught them this song to sing
Well, it's Wednesday evening
Momma's waitin by the phone
It rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has
Found a jackknifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missing
And the search had been abandoned
Because 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
Momma and the children will be
Waiting up all night long
Thinking nothing but the worst is coming
With the ringing of the telephone
Oh, but the man upstairs was listening
When momma 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
Eighteen-wheeler