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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