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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 haulin' goods
Any place on earth but those Hangsville 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 tombstone every mile

When you're loaded with potatoes, and you're headed down
You've gotta drive the woods to get to Boston town
When it's winter up in Maine, better check it over twice
That Hangsville road is just a ribbon of ice
It's a stretch of road, up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off
There'd be a tombstone every mile

When you're talking to a trucker that's been haulin' goods
Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hangsville Woods
He'll tell you that dying and going down below
Won't be half as bad as driving on that road of ice and snow
It's a stretch of road, up north in Maine
That's never, ever, ever seen a smile
If they buried all the truckers lost in them woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off
There'd be a tombstone every mile