Roll on, (roll on) big mama,
I like the way you sing,
roll on (roll on) big mama,
the night time lets her breathe,
well, the feel of the wheel delivers me
from a life where I don't wanna be and the diesel smoke
with every stroke sings a song with a heavy note

and ramblin is the life I chose,
sittin here between the doors,
and the yellow line a keepin' time,
the things that's a runnin through my mind,
through my mind

roll on (roll on) big mama,
I like the way you roll
roll on (roll on) big mama,
you are my very soul

On through the snow and the drivin' rain,
to the forty-below in Bangor, Maine,
to the hundred-and-ten in the Texas sun,
there ain't no road that we ain't run,
Up through the Colorado mountain tops,
Down to the desert where Reno stops,
there ain't no road that we ain't seen,
we ain't seen

roll on (roll on) big mama,
you're singing out my song,
roll on (roll on) big mama,
the highway is our home,
roll on(roll on) big mama,

hey anybody got a copy on this silver roadhog?
what's the smokey situation down the way, boys?
Mighty fine, I'm a commin I'm a commin

All you big and burly men who roll the trucks along
Better listen, you'll be thankful when you hear my song
You have really got it made, if you're haulin' goods
Anyplace on earth but those Hainesville Woods

It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile

When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down
You've gotta drive the Woods to get to Boston town
When it's winter up in Maine, better check it over twice
That Hainesville road is just a ribbon of ice

It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile

When you're talkin' to a trucker that's been haulin' goods
Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hainesville Woods
He'll tell you that dying and goin' down below
Won't be half as bad as driving on that road of ice and snow

It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile

I'm a drivin' this truck for a mountain road I got a hot rod rig and I'm a flyin' low.
My eyes're filled with diesel smoke air fan curves ain't no joke.
Diesel smoke, dangerous curves...
I was out last night drinkin' beer with the guys,
Got an achin' head and blood shot eyes.
I ended up with a pretty little dame I didn't even know her name.
Diesel smoke, dangerous curves...
If I deliver this hot shot plate I gotta get a goin' cause I'm runnin' late.
These mountain grades are mighty steep,
Can't stay away there ain't had no sleep.
Diesel smoke, dangerous curves...

There's a cute little waitress at the bottom of the grades,
She's got hot coffee already made.
I gotta keep my eyes upon the road cause I'm goin' down the hill heavy load.
Diesel smoke, dangerous curves...
Well I must have closed my eyes for a while casuse here I am and I'm a runnin' wild.
I turn my brakes strip my gears gonna have to ride her down I fear.
Diesel smoke, dangerous curves.
I wish I'd left the wind alone but it's too late now cause I think I'm gone.
I got myself into this fix just because I drive to mix.
Diesel smoke, dangerous curves...
Diesel smoke, dangerous curves...