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.