Текст: Jim Croce. Bombs Over Puerto Rico. Big Wheel.

Big wheel, don't you roll?
Big diesel, don't you whine
Through the night as I'm runnin' down the road?

Big semi, don't you stop
'Cause if you do I'm not gonna make it back
To Baltimore with my load?

Well, the truck stop's warm and friendly
And the coffee keeps me up
And the waitress there would like to waste my time

But I'll have to pass it by
As it's down the road I fly
Just a racin' with that pocket watch of mine

An' big wheel, don't you roll?
Big diesel, don't you whine
Through the night as I'm runnin' down the road?

Big semi, don't you stop
'Cause if you do I'm not gonna make it back
To Baltimore with my load?

Smoke a-puffin', tires a-hummin'
Burnin' up the road
Countin' road signs and the miles to Baltimore

One eye out for weighin' stations
One for radar traps
They can't stop me 'cause my plans don't call for that

An' big wheel, don't you roll?
Big diesel, don't you whine
Through the night as I'm runnin' down the road?

Big semi, don't you stop
'Cause if you do I'm not gonna make it back
To Baltimore with my load?