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.
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 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.
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 (Repeat Chorus - change last line to .Cause there'd be a big
 hole where that little town used to be.