Roll Big Wheels, Roll - Vernon Oxford

Well, I got a gal, she lives up on the hill Well, I got a gal, she lives up on the hill Well, this woman's tryin' to quit me, Lord, but I love her still She's got eyes like diamonds, they shine like Klondike gold She's got eyes like diamonds, they shine like Klondike gold Every time she loves me, she sends my mellow soul Well, you're so beautiful, you've got to die someday Well, you're so beautiful, you've got to die someday All I want's a little loving, just before you pass away Pretty baby, I'm goin' away and leave you by yourself Pretty baby, I'm goin' away and leave you by yourself You've mistreated me, now you can mistreat somebody else

When the honeymoon's over Where do we go from here What do we do when we get there Who's at the other end Yeah, one minute after midnight When it's all been said and done Is that the way it is in real life Time marches on After the shock We rock & roll over, over & then Show your true colors Put on a new face Love is like a faucet Turnin' off and on Rock & roll over Will the real you stand up Same time next year Life is full of chances It's the lady or the tiger There's never any answers Uhh, one minute after midnight When it's all been said and done Is that the way it is in real life Time marches on After the shock We rock & roll over, over & then Show your true colors Put on a new face Love is like a faucet Turnin' off and on Rock & roll over Will the real you stand up Love and hate is a fine, fine line But if you're the cure, now, baby, I'll make the time Uhh, one minute after midnight When it's all been said and done After the shock Yeah, baby, we rock Rock & roll over, over & then Rock & roll over, over & then Rock & roll over, over & then Rock & roll over, over & then Rock & roll over, over & then

A legend from the past Is born again at last To rumble over mountains and the plains From the golden age of steam An engine seldom seen By those who never lived in bygone days Big Boy was her name And went on to railroad fame As the largest engine on the UP line The last of all her class She survives from out the past To show the power of steam in modern time Roll on Big Boy, Roll on Big Boy Rumblin' across the northern plains Roll on Big Boy, Roll on Big Boy Climbing up the Wasatch Mountain Range In 1959, They took her off the line And wrote her off as progress for the times No dry eye could be found In jungles or in towns Where once Big Boy had rolled when in her prime From the junkyards of the past Forty fourteen is the last To carry on the legacy of steam At 4, 8, 8 and 4 And a part of railroad lore She roars from out the past like some lost dream Roll on Big Boy, Roll on Big Boy Rumblin' across the northern plains Roll on Big Boy, Roll on Big Boy Climbing up the Wasatch Mountain Range Roll on, Big Boy, Roll On Roll on, Big Boy, Roll On Spoken: Roll on, Big Boy, Roll On Roll on Roll on, Big Boy