Lyrics

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