Wolf Creek Pass
(专辑: Wolf Creek Pass - 1975)
Me an' Earl was hauling chickens on a
flatbed out of Wiggins And we'd spent all night on the
uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell Called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the
Great Divide? We was setting there sucking toothpicks, drinking Nehi and onion soup mix And I
said, "Earl, let's mail a
card to Mother then send them chickens on down the
other side Yeah, let's give 'em a
ride" Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the
Great Divide Trucking on down the
other side Well, Earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the
throttle And then a
couple'a boobs with a
thousand cubes in a
nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life We woke up the
chickens Well, we roared up offa that shoulder spraying pine cones, rocks, and boulders And put four hundred head of them Rhode Island reds and a
couple a' burnt-out roosters on the
line Look out below; 'cause here we go Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the
Great Divide Trucking on down the
other side Well, we commenced to trucking and them hens commenced to clucking And then Earl took out a
match and scratched his pants and lit up the
unused half of a
dollar cigar and took a
puff Says "My, ain't this purdy up here" I
says, "Earl, this hill can spill us. You better slow down or you gonna kill us Just make one mistake and it's the
Pearly Gates for them eight-five crates a' USDA-approved cluckers You wanna hit second?" Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the
Great Divide Trucking on down the
other side Well, Earl grabbed on the
shifter and he stabbed her into fifth gear And then the
chromium-plated, fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand I
says, "You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?" He was trying to thread it on there when the
fire fell off a' his cigar And dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and then lit in the
cuff of Earl's pants and burned a
hole in his sock Yeah, sorta set him right on fire I
looked on outta the
window and I
started counting phone poles Going by at the
rate of four to the
seventh power Well I
put two and two together, and added twelve and carried five Come up with twenty-two thousand telephone poles an hour I
looked at Earl and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled, and his leg was fried And his hand was froze to the
wheel like a
tongue to a
sled in the
middle of a
blizzard I
says, "Earl, I'm not the
type to complain; but the
time has come for me to explain That if you don't apply some brake real soon, they're gonna have to pick us up with a
stick and a
spoon" Well, Earl rared back, and cocked his leg, stepped as down as hard as he could on the
brake And the
pedal went clear to the
floor and stayed there, right there on the
floor He said it was sorta like stepping on a
plum Well, from there on down it just wasn't real purdy: it was hairpin county and switchback city One of 'em looked like a
can full'a worms; another one looked like malaria germs Right in the
middle of the
whole damn show was a
real nice tunnel, now wouldn't you know? Sign says clearance to the
twelve-foot line, but the
chickens was stacked to thirteen-nine Well we shot that tunnel at a
hundred-and-ten, like gas through a
funnel and eggs through a
hen And we took that top row of chickens off slicker than scum off a
Louisiana swamp Went down and around and around and down 'til we run outta ground at the
edge of town Bashed into the
side of the
feed store... in downtown Pagosa Springs Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the
Great Divide Trucking on down the
other side Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the
Great Divide Trucking on down the
other side