Well, Big John Henry Rucker, he was a greasy motor trucker
And he drove them big old diesels to L.A.
And every time he'd leave Mobile, his darling wife Camille
She would kiss him in his driveway and she'd say
She'd say
Don't go sleep on the road, baby
Don't go to sleep on the road
Lord protect me
Take what it takes to keep you awake
Oh, but don't go to sleep on the road
Then Camille started singing country music for a fling
Well, you know, a girl can't stay too long alone
First for friends and then in bars
Then she soon became a star
And sometimes you'd hear her record as he drove
Singing
Don't go to sleep on the road, baby
Don't go to sleep on the road
Tears in his eyes
Take what it takes to keep you awake
Oh, but don't go to sleep on the road
Pardon
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 got 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'd 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
Don't go to sleep on the road, baby
Don't go to sleep on the road
Tears in his eyes
Take what it takes to keep you awake
Don't go to sleep on the road
Yes, he went to sleep on the road