Down the Line

Well my old car's a-rollin' down the line Thoughts of my baby runnin' through my mind She's a-waitin' for me, I gotta be on time I gotta roll Well, the white marker's flying off the road below When I'm really flying low My baby's waiting, I can't go slow I gotta roll Well, the big policeman pulled along side of me He said "Boy, you ain't quite as fast as me" I showed him a picture of that baby of mine He said "Boy, you gotta roll on down that line"