Alabama – Roll On Eighteen Wheeler (Guitar)

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Roll on highway, roll on along, Roll on daddy till you get back home

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Roll on family, roll on crew, Roll on momma like I asked you to do, And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on. 

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Well, it's Monday morning, he's kissin momma goodbye, He's up and gone with the sun

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Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler, and he's off on a midwest run

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As three sad faces gather round momma, they ask her when daddy's comin home

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Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler And they sure miss him when he's gone (yeah they do)

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Ah, but he calls them every night, And he tells them that he loves them, And he taught them this song to sing.

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Roll on highway, roll on along, Roll on daddy till you get back home

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Roll on family, roll on crew, Roll on momma like I asked you to do, And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on. 

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Well, it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin by the phone, It rings but it's not his voice

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Seems the highway patrol has found a jackknifed rig, In a snow bank in Illinois

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But the driver was missin And the search had been abandoned. Cause the weather had everything stalled

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And they had checked all the houses and the local motels, When they had some more news they'd call

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And she told them when they found him, To tell him that she loved him, And she hung up the phone singin.

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Roll on highway, roll on along, Roll on daddy till you get back home

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Roll on family, roll on crew, Roll on momma like I asked you to do, And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on. 

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Momma and the children will be waiting up all night long

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Thinkin' nothing but the worst is comin With the ringin of the telephone

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Oh, but the man upstairs was listening When momma asked him to bring daddy home

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And when the call came in it was daddy on the other end Askin' her if she had been singin the song, singin.

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Roll on highway, roll on along, Roll on daddy till you get back home

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Roll on family, roll on crew, Roll on momma like I asked you to do, And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on. 

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Eighteen-wheeler, Eighteen-wheeler, Eighteen-wheeler, Eighteen-wheeler, Roll on, Roll on...