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 to 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 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 Take what it takes to keep you awake Don't go to sleep on the road Yes, he went to sleep on the road