He loaded up and rolled away eastbound through the night,
His big old diesel running hard and the headlights burning bright.
Hauling lumber from the coast on the big road all alone,
He rolled over in Montana and he’s never coming home.
They said there was a camper van broke down on the road,
When he swerved to miss them he rolled his heavy load.
Her man won’t be coming home; he’s taken his last ride,
Forty tons of steel and wood rolled over on its side.
They said with his dying breath as they took him from the road
He said he loved his lady and he cursed the damned old road.
She never got to tell him about the new life that had begun,
He died there in Montana not knowing about his son.
That child now stands beside her, grown to be a man,
He says the road is calling him to be the best he can.
Oh Lord, please protect him when he’s out there on that road,
Montana is a driver and he pulls those heavy loads.
Now he’s loaded up and rolling eastbound in the night,
A big old diesel running hard, headlights burning bright.