Well,
the moon is high and the slab is dry
And it's a good night out for truckin'
Just right for semi -daddies on the road
And this eighteen wheelin' machine
She's hungry for some ground
Rollin' on, we gone
Rollin' on
Couldn't smooth talk a big -hat smoky bear
in Motor City
But I had three more holes
to jam one smoky growl
Me and this big freightliner,
we about blew away his town
Rollin' on, oh we gone
Rollin' on
Sittin' in this high -back seat,
a -diggin' on Stereo City
But the melody I dig, she's in L .A.
Mama's a -hummin' a
come -home song
Eighteen wheels a -hummin' along
Rollin' on
Oh, we gone
Rollin' on
Mama tell them kids I might be early
Old Truckin'
Dad don't believe in a foolin' around
The road ahead is clear,
and we're knockin'
ten miles down
Rollin' on, we're gone
Rollin' on
Seven days and nights,
it's a long time for truckin'
And I've had it in this sleeper
all along
Freight line and fever about got me down
But there's heaven in an L .A. gown
Rollin' on, way on
Just thirteen more miles
of a two -lane roller coaster
It reminds me of old Chimney Trail
But I ain't a -gonna back her down
Till I see that old hometown
Rollin' on, gone, rollin' on, rollin' on, we gone, rollin' on,
rollin' on, we gone, rollin' on, rollin' on, we gone, rollin' rollin' rollin'