Well, big John Henry Rucker He was a greasy motor trucker And he drove them big ol' diesels to L.A. Drivin' outta Mobile His darlin' wife, Camille She would kiss him in his driveway And she'd say She'd say: (Camille) Don't go to sleep on the road, baby (I won't) Don't go to sleep on the road (Lord, protect me) Take what it takes (uh huh) to keep you awake (I will) But don't go to sleep on the road. Then Camille started singin' country music for a friend Well you know a girl can't stay too long alone. First for friends And then in bars Then she soon became a star And sometimes he'd hear her record And he'd groan... Singin': (Camille) Don't go to sleep on the road, baby (Shel) (Tears in his eyes) Don't go to sleep on the road Take what it takes (uh huh) to keep you awake (Shel) (I will) But don't go to sleep on the road. Yes... and her records started movin' up the charts And became number one And she got.. she got entertainer of the year And she got her hair done And got a b**b job And got her an affair with the ba** player. And he got hemorrhoids. He was drivin' hell for leather Through the California weather When that California sky began to rain And that hill was wet and steep Oh, he shore could use some sleep But his darlin's words kept ringin' through his brain. (Camille singing chorus in the background while Shel sings:) That eastbound rig was hummin' Lord, he never seen it comin' And he woke up starin' at the sky In the wreck and in the rain With the radio still playin' And the last words that he heard before he died Was Camille Still singin': (Camille) Don't go to sleep on the road, baby (Shel) (What a way to die) (Camille) Don't go to sleep on the road (Camille and Shel) Take what it takes to keep you awake Oh, but don't go to sleep on the road. And he went to sleep on the rooooooad.