Well, darling, I'm a-coming down old route number sixty-seven
I just got off the turnpike avoiding the Ohio state inspection
Johnny law followed me up the road, then he turned off and he let me go
I guess this old truck ain't worth shutting down
And your voice last night on the telephone said you wouldn't be there when I got home
So, when I get to Cleveland I'm gonna head back south

Well, the light keeps coming on, I've got water in the fuel
My brakes are gone, I've got a left front tire throwing thread
By tomorrow morning, I could be dead
Baby, maybe you've been right all along

You said you couldn't stay with the one who was always going away
All you wanted to do was to settle down
You wanted to buy that little trailer, out on the edge with the money you were saving
With a carport, a colour TV and no place to turn around

Well, the light keeps coming on, I've got water in the fuel
My brakes are gone, I've got a left front tire throwing thread
By tomorrow morning, I could be dead
Baby, maybe you've been right all along
Baby, maybe you've been right all along

Remember that winter when the lake froze over
We drove out there after we'd unloaded
We revved that truck and we spun it 'round and 'round
Then we left it idling out on that ice
We crawled in the sleeper and I held you tight
Baby, I'm sure on thin ice now

Well, the light keeps coming on, I've got water in the fuel
My brakes are gone, I've got a left front tire throwing thread
By tomorrow morning, I could be dead
Baby, maybe you've been right all along
Baby, maybe you've been right all along
Baby, maybe you've been right all along