Roll, Big Wheels, Roll - Sean Burns and Lost Country

I’m leaving Indian River with a load of (?)
Headed for Louisville
I’m going back home to my two little boys
And my sweet little wife, Lucille.
We’ve been married about ten years,
Spent most of them on the road.
I’m goin’ back home to stay tonight.
I’m pullin’ my last load.
So, roll, big wheels, roll.
Sing me a lonesome song.
Roll, big wheels, roll.
This ole boy is goin’ home.
From Indian River to old Kentucky
It’s a seventeen-hour drive.
I’ll pull in the terminal and turn in my log
Bid this rig goodbye.
Well, since I’ve been wheelin’ this big red diesel,
I’ve hauled everything you could name.
From the lone star state to the motor city
From Frisco to Caribou Maine
Every time that I left home
It hurt me worse than the time before.
And when I reach Louisville,
I’m gonna’ tell Lucille
I won’t be leaving no more.
Yeah, roll, big wheels, roll.
You got to sing me a lonesome song.
Roll, big wheels, roll.
This ole boy is goin’ home.
Well last night I (?) (?) straight ahead
To Louisville, K Y
I’ll pull in the terminal and turn in my log
Bid this rig goodbye.