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I was pullin' up a hill that's known as the |
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Devil's Crest, haulin' 36 ton on a run called the |
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Nitro Express. |
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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. |
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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. |
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To keep 'er upright ... |
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I knew I had to do my best, against a runaway bomb they call the |
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Nitro Express. (Chorus) |
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There was 36 ton of a detonated steel, over 18 tires that smoked and squealed. |
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I had to ride her down and |
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I couldn't jump free, or there'd be a big hole where that little town used to be. |
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Well that old trailer leaned each time that |
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I took another curve, my hands started sweatin' and |
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I knew I was losin' my nerve. |
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And I was cussin' each rock and every inch of the |
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Devil's Crest, a fightin' with the wheel of a rig called the |
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Nitro Express. |
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I side-swipped a mountain so |
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I'd slow her down by rubbin' her side, and when the sparks started flyin' man it looked like the 4th of |
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July. I finally got her stopped ... but mister |
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I'm a gonna confess, that's the last run |
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I'm makin' in a rig called the |
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Nitro Express. (Chorus) (Repeat Chorus - change last line to ..Cause there'd be a big hole where that little town used to be. |
