Nitro Express (1996 version)

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Red Simpson] I was pullin' up a hill that's known as the Devil's Crest Haulin' thirty-six 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 [Verse 2: Junior Brown] Well, I was drivin' off the top when she jarred and the driveshaft broke Started pumpin' up the brakes, saw 'em goin' in a big cloud of smoke To keep her upright, I knew I had to do my best Against a runaway bomb they call the Nitro Express [Chorus: Red Simpson] There was thirty-six ton of-a detonated steel Over eighteen tires that smoked and squеaled I had to ride her down and I couldn't jump free Or thеre'd be a big hole where that little town used to be [Verse 3: Junior Brown] 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 While fightin' with the wheel of a rig called the Nitro Express [Verse 4: Red Simpson] I side-swiped a mountain so I'd slow her down by rubbin' her side And when the sparks started flyin', man, it looked like the Fourth 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: Red Simpson, Junior Brown] There was thirty-six ton of-a detonated steel Over eighteen 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 [Chorus: Red Simpson, Junior Brown] There was thirty-six ton of-a detonated steel Over eighteen 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 [Outro: Red Simpson, Junior Brown] Hey Red, you still drivin' that Nitro Express? Ha-ha-ha, naw, I got outta that mess Well, I don't blame ya, that's a tough row to hoe Dudley even quit Dudley even quit? Yeah, he gone He's back at the house, watchin' TV Yeah, sing it again, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
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Credits
- Writers
- Chris Roberts (Songwriter)
- Jim Thornton
- Scott Turner