(diesel rig starting)
CB Chatter (Hey how bout ya Alabama, Roll On !!)
Roll on highway, roll on along,
Roll on daddy till you get back home,
Roll on family, roll on crew,
Roll on mamma, Like I asked ya ta do,
And roll on 18 wheeler, Roll on (shout) Roll On!!
Well it Monday mornin' he's kissing mamma goodbye,
He's up an gone with the sun,
Daddy drives and 18 wheeler, and he's off on a midwest run,
And three sad faces gather 'round mamma,
They ask her when daddy's comin' home,
Daddy drives and 18 wheeler,
And they sure miss him when he's gone, Spoken (yeah they do)
Ah, but he calls them every night and tells 'em that he loves them,
He taught them this song ta sing,
(Chorus)
Roll on highway, roll on along,
Roll on daddy till you get back home,
Roll on family, roll on crew,
Roll on mamma, Like I asked ya ta do,
And roll on 18 wheeler, Roll on (shout) Roll On!!
Well it's wednsday evenin',
Mamma's waitin' by the phone,
It rings but it's not his voice,
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed 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 they'd call,
And she told them when they found him, to tell him,
That she loved him, and she hung up the phone singin'
(Chorus)
Roll on highway, roll on along,
Roll on daddy till you get back home,
Roll on family, roll on crew,
Roll on mamma, Like I asked ya ta do,
And roll on 18 wheeler, Roll on.
Mamma, and the children will be waiting up all night long,
Thinkin; nothin' but the worst is comin',
With the ringin' of the telephone,
Whow !!, But the man up stairs was listnin',
When mamma ask'd 'im ta bring daddy home,
And when the call came in, it was daddy o
