Nitro Express Songtext
von Red Simpson
Nitro Express Songtext
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.
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.
Writer(s): Roberts, Turner, Thornton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com