Sometimes, remembering the old place, you're wanting to return and see your Old Boy. But back then, it could have been that you were waiting for him to return home to you. Alabama have a song about that - 'Roll On (Eighteen Wheeler)':
ChorusYou can listen to this song. Or try the Lego version. Astute readers will have figured out for themselves who the Man Upstairs is. It isn't Richard Dawkins.
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on Daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on Momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)Well it's Monday morning, he's kissin' Momma goodbye
He's up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And he's off on a Midwest run
As three sad faces gather round Momma
They ask her when Daddy's comin' home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when he's gone (yeah they do)Ah, but he calls them every night and he tells them that he loves them
He taught them this song to sing...Repeat chorus
Well, it's Wednesday evening, Momma's waitin' by the phone
It rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in IllinoisBut the driver was missin' and the search had been abandoned
For the weather had everything stalled
And they had checked all the houses and the local motels
When they had some more news, they'd call
And she told them when they found him to tell him that she loved him
And she hung up the phone singin'Repeat chorus
Momma and the children will be waiting up all night long
Thinkin' nothing but the worst is comin'
With the ringin' of the telephone
Oh, but the Man Upstairs was listening
When Momma asked him to bring Daddy home
And when the call came in it was Daddy on the other end
Askin' her if she had been singin' the song, singin'Repeat chorus
Eighteen-wheeler, eighteen-wheeler,
Eighteen-wheeler, eighteen-wheeler
Roll on, roll on, roll on, roll on...
[The Momma 'n' Daddy Archive, containing all the details of the series, is here.]