I was pullin' up a hill that's known as the Devil's Crest,

     haulin' 36 ton on a run called the Nitro Express.

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.



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.

To keep 'er upright ...I knew I had to do my best,

     against a runaway bomb they call the Nitro Express.

 

       (Chorus)



     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 be.



Well that old trailer leaned each time that I took another curve,

     my hands started sweatin' and I knew I was losin' my nerve.

And I was cussin' each rock and every inch of the Devil's Crest,

     a fightin' with the wheel of a rig called the Nitro Express.



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 confess,

    that's the last run I'm makin' in a rig called the Nitro Express.



        (Chorus)

        (Repeat Chorus - change last line to ..Cause there'd be a big    

         hole where that little town used to be.