I was pullin up a hill thats known as the Devils 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 couldnt jump free, Or thered 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 Devils Crest, A fightin with the wheel of a rig called the Nitro Express. I side-swipped a mountain so Id 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 Im a gonna confess, Thats the last run Im makin in a rig called the Nitro Express. [Chorus:] (Repeat Chorus - change last line to.. Cause thered be a big Hole where that little town used to be.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 08:57:51 +0000
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