Widow Maker

Widowmaker, widowmaker

Were the words so bright and big

Painted 'cross the bumper

Of a shiny rig

Billy Mack kissed Wanda Anne

Then climbed into his rig

Said he'd be back a Tuesday night

Let's plan on something big

That big red diesel roared to life

And Bill was L.A. bound

The wheels were humming Wanda Anne

As he rolled outta town

Twenty hundred RPMs

Were showing on the tach

But no one knew this was the last

Long ride for Billy Mack

Widowmaker, widowmaker

Only Bill could understand

Was going to make a widow

Outta pretty Wanda Anne

Just a few more miles, and Bill

Was on that mountain range

Where dead ahead a pickup full

Of kids blocked both the lanes

Bill hit the air, then he felt

His trailer slide and sway

And the pickup driver made no move

To help him clear the way

He just had time to think of Wanda

As he fought the wheel

Then Billy Mack was buried under

Twenty tons of steel

One life for ten has always been

A diesel driver's code

That's why Billy slung

That widowmaker off the road