Where his wheels left the road, broken glass and twisted steel

Were the only traces left of that worn out Oldsmobile

Oh, the mist hung on that mountain like a winter overcoat

And the Deputies found him where his wheels left the road


He had left the Diamond Horeshoe, drank that whiskey river dry

That's the tale the Sheriff told to his sister and his wife

They could claim their Dear Beloved at the White Oak Funeral Home

And the Deputy could show them where the wheels left the road


Now they're bring food and flowers to the kitchen of his home

They placed a little cross where his wheels left the road


But the truth will soon be buried, there's a secret no one knows 

He was not out on that highway when his wheels left the road

It was back in that old bar room in the smoke and neon lights

He was dancing with a woman just before he crossed the line

In a room next to the Horseshoe, wedding ring down in his coat

He took her in his arms and his wheels left the road


Where his wheels left the road, broken glass and twisted steel

Were the only traces left of his worn out Oldsmobile

Oh, the mist hangs on that mountain like a winter overcoat

And the Deputies found him where his wheels left the road