I got sleep in my eyes and my bones ain't tellin' lies Wish this rig could drive itself I'd rest a while Can't go too fast or slow why I keep drivin' I don't know Pullin' double's double trouble turnpike miles If I ever start to slide I can kiss this world goodbye Must be two miles down that mountain side I'm always lookin' up ahead and I think my leg is goin' dead Pullin' double's double trouble turnpike miles Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' when you're runnin' good you gotta keep on goin' Always scared the guardrail's gonna get you Knowin' if it does your drivin' days are through You know comin' down from Maine Chicago's all the same One wrong turnpike will surely change my style And those clouds are lookin' sick and I bet up ahead it's turnin' slick Pullin' double's double trouble turnpike miles And this road gets mighty rough and you see some curvy stuff You know some of it ain't surprisin' by a mile But I can't be wastin' time I gotta keep moving on down that line Pullin' double's double trouble turnpike miles Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'... I'm rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'...