Music Service


by Alabama
Lyrics by: Dave Loggins
# Debut Chart
1 Jan '84 Country


[CHORUS] Roll on, highway, roll on along Roll on, daddy, till 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

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(Roll on) Well, it's Monday morning He's kissing mama 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 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 everynight And he tells them that he loves them He taught them this song to sing [repeat CHORUS] (Roll on) Well, it's Wednesday evening Mama's waiting 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 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 [repeat CHORUS] 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 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 [repeat CHORUS 2x] (Roll on) Eighteen wheeler Eighteen wheeler Eighteen wheeler Eighteen wheeler, roll on


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