Alabama Album

(Dave Loggins)

Roll On

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on (roll on)

Well it's Monday morning, he's kissin' momma goodbye
He's up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And he's off on a midwest run
As three sad faces gather 'round momma
They ask her when daddy's comin' home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when he's gone (yeah they do)

Ah, but he calls them every night and he tells them that he loves them
He taught them this song to sing

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)

Well it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone
It rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois

But the driver was missin' and the search had been abandoned
For the weather had everything stalled
And they had checked all the houses and the local motels
When they had some more news they'd call
And she told them when they found him to tell him that she loved him
And she hung up the phone singin'

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on

Momma and the children will be waiting up all night long
Thinkin' nothing but the worst is comin'
With the ringin' of the telephone
Oh, but the man upstairs was listening
When momma asked him to bring daddy home
And when the call came in it was daddy on the other end
Askin' her if she had been singin' the song, singin'

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)

Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Roll on
Roll on
Roll on
Roll on

You took me for a fool
Then you took me for a ride
You really had me going
Till I looked into your lies
I let you keep me hangin' on
But honey here's where I get off

It's the end of the lyin'
And I can't stand no more denyin'
It's all over but the cryin'
Honey it's the end of the line

Don't tell me a story
I don't care where you've been
Girl I'm out for glory
And I won't be back again
I let you keep me hangin' on
But honey here's where I get off

It's the end of the lyin'
And I can't stand no more denyin'
It's all over but the cryin'
Honey it's the end of the line

It's the end of the lyin'
And I can't stand no more denyin'
It's all over but the cryin'
Honey it's the end

It's the end of the lyin'
And I can't stand no more denyin'
It's all over but the cryin'
Honey it's the end of the line

We used to get crazy every Saturday night
We drive into town and get feeling right
A child of the 60s in '74
But I'm not that way anymore

Well I burned the tires of my Chevrolet
Trying to impress the girls that I date
And I've been a gambler when I couldn't score
But I'm not that way anymore

I'm not that way anymore
Time's closing yesterdays door
I'm just as happy as I was before
'Cause I'm not that way anymore

American Bandstand, The Sullivan Show
I listened to the Opry on my radio
Well Dick Clark's still looking as young as before
But I'm not that way anymore

Well I swapped my loafers for cowboy boots
And bought me some jeans, gave away all my suits
My razor is rusted my barber is bored
'Cause I'm not that way anymore

I'm not that way anymore
Time's closing yesterdays door
I'm just as happy as I was before
'Cause I'm not that way anymore

I'm not that way anymore
Time's closing yesterdays door
I'm just as happy as I was before
'Cause I'm not that way
And you're not that way
We're not that way anymore

If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band.
That lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man
So rosin up that bow for faded Love and let's all dance
If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band.

I remember down in Houston we were puttin' on a show
When a cowboy in the back stood up and yelled, Cotton-Eyed Joe!
He said, We love what you're doin', boys don't get us wrong
There's just somethin' missin' in your song.

If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band.
That lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man
So rosin up that bow for faded Love and let's all dance
If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band.

So we dusted off our boots and put our cowboy hats on straight
Them Texans raised the roof when Jeff opened up his case
Say y'all all wanna two-step, say ya wanna doe-si-doe
Well, here's a fiddlin' song before we go.

If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band.
That lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man
So rosin up that bow for faded Love and let's all dance
If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band.

--- Instrumental ---

If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band.
That lead guitar is hot but not for a Louisiana man
So rosin up that bow for faded Love and let's all dance
If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band...

Running scared
Wonderin' what I'm doing so far from home
Pretending not to care
That I was so alone
Then my eyes met hers
And without one word
I could tell what was gonna happen
I could feel it in my bones

By the dark of the moon
There's a fire in the night
She took me to her room
Ah you know it felt so right
It keeps growing higher
The flame of desire
By the dark of the moon
Ah there's a fire in the night

Well she told me
She didn't often do this kind of thing
She said please hold me
Hold me tight so I don't have to think
Oh her gentle touch
Really moved me so much
The flames of love swept over us
Like a burning light

By the dark of the moon
There's a fire in the night
She took me to her room
Ah you know it felt so right
It keeps growing higher
The flame of desire
By the dark of the moon
Mm there's a fire in the night
(Fire in the night)

By the dark of the moon
There's a fire in the night
She took me to her room
Ah you know it felt so right
It keeps growing higher
The flame of desire
By the dark of the moon
Oh there's a fire in the night

There's a fire in the night
We started a fire
Ooo

There's a fire in the night
Oh I'm on fire...

(Troy Seals/Mentor Williams)

There's a light in your eyes tonight
You know I'd know that look anywhere
You've got plans and I'm one lucky man
Before we get so carried away
There's just something I've been wanting to say

When we make love
It's more to me than just an affair
I want you to know how much I care
When we make love
Oh it's such a precious time
We share our hearts, our souls, and our minds
When we make love

Watching you make your little moves
I can tell it's gonna be a long night
All day long, we keep holding on
It couldn't be any better than this
I got it all at my fingertips


When we make love
It's more to me than just an affair
I want you to know how much I care
When we make love
Oh it's such a precious time
We share our hearts, our souls, and our minds
When we make love

These moments.....these feelings.......Mmmmmmm

When we make love
It's more to me than just an affair
I want you to know how much I care
When we make love
Oh it's such a precious time
We share our hearts, our souls, and our minds
When we make love

Now let's make love......Sweet love

You can have your buildings and your arithmatic
I don't need no crowded streets or city slicker tricks
I just need to be some place where I can move around
Look down at my toes and I can still see the ground

Give me that country side of life
Where I can stretch out right
Give me the country side
(Give me the country side)
Give me that country side of life
Where I don't get uptight
Give me the country side

Goin' down to the fishing pond where I can throw the line
It dont' matter what fish I catch I only came to rest my mind
The only fish you'll get down town ain't caught with a hook and sinker
Put on your brakes, beep beep, honk your horn look out now turn on your blinker

Give me that country side of life
Where I can stretch out right
Give me the country side
(Give me the country side)
Give me that country side of life
Where I don't get uptight
Give me the country side

Give me that country side of life
Where I don't get uptight
Give me the country side

I was born in Georgia town with a lack-a-daisy street
A laid back lover just a-playin' games and a-stayin' off of them feet
Nobody trying to get on your nerves, nobody tryin' to get what you've got
And just live and let live by the golden rule now don't it just hit the spot

Give me that country side of life
Where I can stretch out right
Give me the country side
(Give me the country side)
Give me that country side of life
Where I don't get uptight
Give me the country side

Give me that country side of life
Where I can stretch out right
Give me the country side
Give me that country side of life
Where I don't get uptight
Give me the country side

He stays up at night till way after dark
Feeding the dog that lives in our yard
He'll put on my shoes and stumble around
But together we can catch any outlaw in town

The boy tries to be just like me
I'm all that he tries to be
Watching cartoons on my knee
Mamma's little man and me

He wants to know how this and that goes
He'll play all day on a mountain of clay
And he'll fight with me to show that he's strong
But if he gets hurt it's mamma he wants

The boy tries to be just like me
I'm all that he tries to be
Watching cartoons on my knee
Mamma's little man and me

Some day I know he'll leave us alone
Break mamma's heart I'll try to be strong
But if I shed a tear I hope he won't see
The big man is him and the boy is me

The boy tried to be just like me
He's all that I try to be
Now I'm watching cartoons on my knees
And mamma's little man is me

Let's go to bed mamma

My dad was a big man with a will that was tough
He was the best when the going was rough
He made a living for the family and never had to cheat
To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet

We sat down at the table and thanked God in prayer
Cause we had plenty to eat and plenty wear
We had patches on our britches and momma kept us neat
We had food on the table and shoes on our feet

We picked cotton and gathered the corn
We were taught to work from time we were born
Mom and dad and all us children worked in the summer's heat
To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet

When you sit down at the table and thanked God in prayer
If you've got plenty to eat and plenty to wear
If you've got patches on your britches just be sure to keep'em neat
If you're got food on the table and shoes on your feet