She rolls through the night like the wind
Tells me of the places she has been
Is the last of a dream nearly gone
She's always moving me on
Well, the highway signs will move her on
With her big eyes shaking to a lonely song
All eighteen is a -making her sing
A driveline flying from a big machine
And the road will run till
And it's shining in your face
Feel a little better cause we
The lady is a -moving on down the line
And Lord, you go on, come rain or shine
Just knowing she's the last of her kind
movin' her body to your song
she's always truckin' me on
Well, the highway signs are movin' on
With a big iron shakin' to a lonely song
All eighteen is a -makin' her sing
To travel on a run from a big machine
The lady isn't movin' me down to lie
She's long -legged, truckin'
She's long -legged, roll on, big mama
She's long -legged, roll on, big mama you