Lyrics

They call him Big Daddy rolling down the road
And momma don?t know when her Big Daddy?s coming home
Early in the morning he gets up for the ride
18 wheels of fury burning up them yellow lines, and maybe some white lines


They call in Big Daddy is rounding Miller?s turn
The rig it slides but Big Daddy holds it stern
Leans into the gas cause he could never find the brake
Down in the valley to the left is what?s at stake, a chance Big Daddy takes


The call out Big Daddy when he rolls into town
They love to watch Big Daddy pound the whiskey down
Don?t know the names of all of the people stopping by
Big Daddy sits there moaning wish that I could die, you make me wanna cry


Big Daddy ain?t a fatty but I wouldn?t call him lean
He?s got a rounded belly if you know what I mean
And every other meal he eats at KFC
It?s a long road home


They call him Big Daddy rolling down the road
And momma don?t know if her Big Daddy?s coming home
The phone it?s ringing, Big Momma?s all alone
Hears a voice that echo?s your Big Daddy?s coming home

Big Daddy ain?t a fatty but I wouldn?t call him lean
He?s got a rounded belly if you know what I mean
And everywhere he goes is everywhere he?s been
It?s a long road home