I was pullin' up a hill that's known as the Devil's
haulin' 36 ton on a run called the Nitro Express.
There was nothin' but curves a runnin' from the top on
and at the bottom of the grade sat a quiet little
Well, I was drivin' off the top when she jarred and the
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.
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
Well that old trailer leaned each time that I took
my hands started sweatin' and I knew I was losin' my
And I was cussin' each rock and every inch of the
a fightin' with the wheel of a rig called the Nitro
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
that's the last run I'm makin' in a rig called the
(Repeat Chorus - change last line to ..Cause there'd be
hole where that little town used to be.
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