C.W. McCall — Wolf Creek Pass

[Verse 1] Me and Earl was haulin' chickens On the flatbed out of Wiggins And we'd spent all night on the uphill side Of 37 miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass Which is up on the Great Divide [Verse 2] We was sittin' there suckin' toothpicks Drinkin' Nehis and onion soup mix And I says, "Earl, let's mail a card to mother And then send them chickens on down the other side Yeah, let's give 'em a ride" [Chorus] Wolf Creek Pass Way up on the Great Divide Truckin' on down the other side [Verse 3] Well, Earl put down his bottle Mashed his foot down on the throttle And then a couple of boobs with a thousand cubes In a 1948 Peterbilt screamed to life We woke up the chickens [Verse 4] We roared up off of that shoulder Spraying pine cones, rocks, and boulders And put four hundred head of them Rhode Island Reds And a couple of burnt-out roosters on the line Look out below 'cause here we go [Chorus] Wolf Creek Pass Way up on the Great Divide Truckin' on down the other side [Verse 5] Well, we commenced to truckin' And them hens commenced to cluckin' And 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 pretty up here" [Verse 6] I says, "Earl, this hill can spill us You better slow down, you gon' kill us Just make one mistake and it's the pearly gates For them 85 crates of USDA-approved cluckers You wanna hit second?" [Chorus] Wolf Creek Pass Way up on the Great Divide Truckin' on down the other side [Verse 7] Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter And he stabbed 'er 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?" [Verse 8] He was tryin' to thread it on there When the fire fell off of his cigar And dropped on down, sorta rolled around And then lit the cuff of Earl's pants And burned a hole in his sock Yeah, sorta set him right on fire [Verse 9] I looked on out of the window And I started countin' 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 [Verse 10] 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 [Verse 11] 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 going to have to pick us up with a stick and a spoon" [Verse 12] Well, Earl rared back, cocked his leg, stepped down as hard as he could on the brake And the pedal went clear to the floor and stayed right there on the floor He says it's sorta like steppin' on a plum [Verse 13] Well, from there on down it just wasn't real pretty It was hairpin county and switchback city One of 'em looked like a can full of worms Another one looked like malaria germs [Verse 14] 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 [Verse 15] Well, we shot that tunnel at a hundred and ten Like gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen We took that top row of chickens off slicker than the scum off a Louisiana swamp [Verse 16] Went down and around, around and down And we run out of ground at the edge of town Bashed into the side of the feed store Downtown Pagosa Springs [Chorus] Wolf Creek Pass Way up on the Great Divide Truckin' on down the other side Wolf Creek Pass Way up on the Great Divide Truckin' on down the other side