All you big and burly men who roll the trucks along Better listen, you'll be thankful when you hear my song You have really got it made if you're haulin' goods Any place on earth but those Hangsville Woods It's a stretch of road, up north in Maine That's never, ever, ever seen a smile If they'd buried all the truckers lost in them woods There'd be a tombstone every mile Count 'em off There'd be a tombstone every mile When you're loaded with potatoes, and you're headed down You've gotta drive the woods to get to Boston town When it's winter up in Maine, better check it over twice That Hangsville road is just a ribbon of ice It's a stretch of road, up north in Maine That's never, ever, ever seen a smile If they buried all the truckers lost in them woods There'd be a tombstone every mile Count 'em off There'd be a tombstone every mile When you're talking to a trucker that's been haulin' goods Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hangsville Woods He'll tell you that dying and going down below Won't be half as bad as driving on that road of ice and snow It's a stretch of road, up north in Maine That's never, ever, ever seen a smile If they buried all the truckers lost in them woods There'd be a tombstone every mile Count 'em off There'd be a tombstone every mileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
