You got a copy on this David
This is the old rhinestone cowboy driving.
I just wanted to tell y 'all I love that
Dave Loggins song you got out.
You know the one that goes,
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 ask you to do.
Three sad faces gather round Mama
And they ask her when daddy's
Daddy drives an 18 -wheeler
And they sure miss him when he's gone
And he tells them that he loves them
He taught them this song to sing
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.
Roll on, 18 -wheeler, roll on.
Well, it's Wednesday evening,
mama's waiting by the phone.
It rains, but it's not his voice.
It seems the highway patrol
has found a jackknife rig
in a snowbank in Illinois
But the driver was missing
and the search had been abandoned
And they had checked all the houses
And she told him when they
And she hung up the phone
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on mama like I ask you to do
Mama and the children will
With the ringing of the telephone
But the man upstairs was listening
it was Daddy on the other end
Asking her if she had been
Singing 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 ask you to do.
And roll on, 18 -wheeler.
Roll on, highway, roll on, long.
Roll on, daddy, till you get back home.
Roll on, family, roll on, crew.
Roll on, mama, like I ask you to do.
Roll on, -Wheeler, roll on.
Roll on! 18 -Wheeler, 18 -Wheeler,
18 -Wheeler, 18 -Wheeler.
Roll on, roll on, roll on, roll on!