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 hauling goods Anyplace on earth but those haynesville 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 tomb-stone every mile
When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down You've gotta drive the woods to get to boston to When it's winter up in maine better check it over twice That haynesville road is just a ribbon of ice
