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Wolf Creek Pass Lyrics By C W Mccall

    me and earl was haulin’ chickens
    on the flatbed out of wiggins
    and we’d spent all night on the uphill side
    of 7 miles of hell called wolf creek pass
    which is up on the great divide

    we was sittin’ there suckin’ toothpicks
    drinkin’ nehis and onion soup mix
    and i says earl let’s mail a card to mother
    and then send them chickens on down the other side
    yeah let’s give ’em a ride

    wolf creek pass
    way up on the great divide
    truckin’ on down the other side

    well earl put down his bottle
    mashed his foot down on the throttle
    and then a couple of boobs with a thousand cubes
    in a 948 peterbilt screamed to life
    we woke up the chickens

    4
    we roared up off of that shoulder
    spraying pine cones rocks and boulders
    and put four hundred head of them rhode island reds
    and a couple of burntout roosters on the line
    look out below ’cause here we go

    wolf creek pass
    way up on the great divide
    truckin’ on down the other side

    5
    well we commenced to truckin’
    and them hens commenced to cluckin’
    and earl took out a match and scratched his pants
    and lit up the unused half of a dollar cigar and took a puff
    says my ain’t this pretty up here

    6
    i says earl this hill can spill us
    you better slow down you gon’ kill us
    just make one mistake and it’s the pearly gates
    for them 85 crates of usdaapproved cluckers
    you wanna hit second

    wolf creek pass
    way up on the great divide
    truckin’ on down the other side

    7
    well earl grabbed on the shifter
    and he stabbed ‘er into fifth gear
    and then the chromiumplated
    fullyilluminated genuine accessory shift knob
    come right off in his hand
    i says you wanna screw that thing back on earl

    8
    he was tryin’ to thread it on there
    when the fire fell off of his cigar
    and dropped on down sorta rolled around
    and then lit the cuff of earl’s pants
    and burned a hole in his sock
    yeah sorta set him right on fire

    9
    i looked on out of the window
    and i started countin’ phone poles
    going by at the rate of four to the seventh power
    well i put two and two together
    and added twelve and carried five
    come up with twenty two thousand telephone poles an hour

    0
    i looked at earl and his eyes was wide
    his lip was curled and his leg was fried
    and his hand was froze to the wheel
    like a tongue to a sled in the middle of a blizzard

    i says earl i’m not the type to complain
    but the time has come for me to explain
    that if you don’t apply some brake real soon
    they’re going to have to pick us up with a stick and a spoon

    well earl rared back cocked his leg stepped down as hard as he could on the brake
    and the pedal went clear to the floor and stayed right there on the floor
    he says it’s sorta like steppin’ on a plum

    well from there on down it just wasn’t real pretty
    it was hairpin county and switchback city
    one of ’em looked like a can full of worms
    another one looked like malaria germs

    4
    right in the middle of the whole damn show
    was a real nice tunnel now wouldn’t you know
    sign says clearance to the twelve foot line
    but the chickens was stacked to thirteen nine

    5
    well we shot that tunnel at a hundred and ten
    like gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen
    we took that top row of chickens off slicker than the scum off a louisiana swamp

    6
    went down and around around and down
    and we run out of ground at the edge of town
    bashed into the side of the feed store
    downtown pagosa springs

    wolf creek pass
    way up on the great divide
    truckin’ on down the other side
    wolf creek pass
    way up on the great divide
    truckin’ on down the other side

    Artist: C W Mccall

    Year: 1975

    Decade: 70s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 369