Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wolf Creek Pass, artist - C.W. McCall.
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Song language: English
Wolf Creek Pass |
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 |
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» |
Wolf Creek Pass |
Way up on the Great Divide |
Truckin' on down the other side |
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 |
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 |
Wolf Creek Pass |
Way up on the Great Divide |
Truckin' on down the other side |
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» |
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?» |
Wolf Creek Pass |
Way up on the Great Divide |
Truckin' on down the other side |
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?» |
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 |
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 |
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 going to have to pick us up with a stick and a spoon» |
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 |
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 |
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 |
We took that top row of chickens off slicker than the scum off a Louisiana swamp |
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 |
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 |