Nitro Express

I was pullin' up a hill that's known as the Devil's Crest, Haulin' 36 ton on a run called the Nitro Express. There was nothin' but curves a runnin' from the top on down, And at the bottom of the grade sat a quiet little country town. Well, I was drivin' off the top when she jarred and the driveshaft broke, Started pumpin' up the brakes, saw 'em going in a big cloud of smoke. To keep 'er upright ...I knew I had to do my best, Against a runaway bomb they call the Nitro Express. (Chorus) There was 36 ton of a detonated steel, Over 18 tires that smoked and squealed. I had to ride her down and I couldn't jump free, Or there'd be a big hole where that little town used to be. Well that old trailer leaned each time that I took another curve, My hands started sweatin' and I knew I was losin' my nerve. And I was cussin' each rock and every inch of the Devil's Crest, A fightin' with the wheel of a rig called the Nitro Express. I side-swipped a mountain so I'd slow her down by rubbin' her side, And when the sparks started flyin' man it looked like the 4th of July. I finally got her stopped ... but mister I'm a gonna confess, That's the last run I'm makin' in a rig called the Nitro Express. (Chorus) (Repeat Chorus - change last line to .Cause there'd be a big Hole where that little town used to be.