Widow Maker

Widow Maker, Widow Maker Were the words so bright and big Painted 'cross the bumper Of a shiny rig Billy Mack kissed Wanda Anne And climbed into his rig Said he'd be back a-Tuesday night Lets plan on somethin' big That big red diesel roared to life And Bill was L.A. bound The wheels were hummin' Wanda Anne As he rolled outta town 20 hundred RPMs were showing on the tach But no one knew This was the last long ride for Billy Mack Widow Maker, Widow Maker Only Bill could understand Was goin' 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 20 tons of steel One life for ten Has always been A diesel drivers code That's why Billy slung that Widow Maker off the road Songwriter(s): Buddy Wilson, Penny Jay