Don't Go To Sleep On The Road

Big John Henry Rucker

He was a greasy motor trucker

And he drove them big old diesels to L.A

Every night he'd leave Mobile

His darling wife Camille

She would kiss him in his driveway

And she'd say

(Chorus)

Don't go to sleep on the road baby

Don't go to sleep on the road

Take what it takes to keep you awake

But don't go to sleep on the road

Then Camille started singing

Country music for a fling

And well you know a girl

Can't stay too long alone

First for friends and then in bars

And she soon became a star

And sometimes he'd hear her record as he drove

Singing

(Chorus)

Don't go to sleep on the road baby

Don't go to sleep on the road

Take what it takes to keep you awake

But don't go to sleep on the road

Yes, and her record started moving up the charts

And became number one

And she got Entertainer of the Year

And she got her hair done

And got a boob job

And had an affair with her bass player

And he got hemorrhoids

He was driving hell for leather

Through the California weather

When that California sky began to rain

And that hill was wet and steep

Lord he sure could use some sleep

But his darling's words kept ringing through his brain

That eastbound rig was humming

Lord he never seen it coming

And he woke up staring at the sky

In the wreck and in the rain

With the radio still playing

And the last words that he heard before he died

Was Camille still singing

(Chorus)

Don't go to sleep on the road baby

Don't go to sleep on the road

Take what it takes to keep you awake

But don't go to sleep on the road

As he went to sleep on the road