Lyrics:

This eighteen-wheeler
Rolling heavy through the desert tonight
I've been driving all day
But I won't shut her down tonight

I just pulled out of Santa Fe
I'm gonna make it home by the break of day
Cause the midnight hauler is cannon balling her home

I got my load strapped sown
And my Peter Built is wound up tight
I got my saddle full of diesel
And my belly full of coffee and whites

I've been talking on the radio
Keeping track of old Smoky Joe
Cause the midnight hauler is cannon balling her home

I got a little woman
Waiting back in old KC
Lord, that sweet good woman
Don't love nobody but old RB

I just called her on the telephone
I said tomorrow night you won't sleep alone
Cause the midnight hauler is cannon balling her home

The highway is deserted
It's a Saturday night
Ain't nobody but the moon
And the trucks in sight

Streaking across the desert
Like a lightning flash
I'm going home, baby
Got to get there fast

This eighteen-wheeler
Rolling heavy through the desert tonight
Lord, I've been driving all day
But I won't shut her down tonight

I just pulled out of Santa Fe
I'm gonna make it home by the break of day
Cause the midnight hauler is cannon balling her home