Eighteen wheels on the highway,
And I must keep rollin' on.
Eighteen wheels on the highway,
And I'm on my way back home,
Headin' south to Roanoke.

Comin' down from northern Maine,
On that highway old 90,
When I see a boy above,
That long, cold stretch of road.
When he raised up his right hand
And I thought, "He's gonna wave."
So I reached to blow the horn
When something flew my way.

Eighteen wheels on the highway,
And I must keep rollin' on.
Eighteen wheels on the highway,
And I'm on my way back home,
Headin' south to Roanoke.

I'm that boy up above,
Lookin' down as life goes by.
I wonder where their gonna be,
When I go back to my life.
I hold a rock in my right hand,
As that truck keeps rollin' on.
As I toss it off the bridge,
I see that trucker yon.

Eighteen wheels on the highway,
And I must keep rollin' on.
Eighteen wheels on the highway,
And I'm on my way back home,
Headin' south to Roanoke.

Now that boy has gone away.
Took a trip far from his home.
Spend his life in that small cell.
Down the road, he's all alone.
The trucker made old Roanoke,
Where he rests beneath the clay.
His wife and son come everyday,
And this is what they say:

Eighteen wheels on the highway,
And I must keep rollin' on.
Eighteen wheels on the highway,
And I'm on my way back home,
Headin' south to Roanoke.
And I'm on my way back home.