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# Debut Chart
12 Dec '74 Country
40 Feb '75 Hot 100


Me and Earl was hauling chickens On a flatbed out of Wiggins And we'd spent all night On the uphill side of Thirty-seven miles of Hell Called Wolf Creek Pass Which is up on the Great Divide We was setting there Sucking toothpicks Drinking Nehis And onion soup mix And I says, Earl Let's mail a card to mother Then send them chickens On down the other side Yeah, lets give 'em a ride [CHORUS] Wolf Creek Pass Way up on the Great Divide Trucking 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 1948 Peterbilt screamed to life We woke up the chickens We roared up off a that shoulder Spraying pine cones, rocks and boulders And put four hundred head of them Rhode Island Reds and a couple of Burned out roosters on the line Look out below 'cause here we go [repeat CHORUS] Well, we commenced to trucking And them hens commenced to clucking And then 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 purty up here

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I says, Earl This hill can spill us You better slow dow Or you gonna kill us Just make one mistake And it's the pearly gates For them eighty-five crates Of USDA approved cluckers You wanna hit second [repeat CHORUS] Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter And he stabbed her into fifth gear And then the chromium plated Fully illuminated genuine Accessory shift knob Come right off in his hand I says, you wanna Screw that thing back on, Earl He was trying to thread it on there When the fire fell off of his cigar And dropped on down, sorta rolled around And then lit in the cuff of Earl's pants And burned a hole in his sock Yeah, sorta set him right on fire I looked on outta the window And I started counting 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 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 gonna have to pick us up With a stick and a spoon Well, Earl rared back and cocked his leg Stepped down as hard as he could on the brake And the pedal went clear To the floor and stayed there Right there on the floor He said it was sorta like Stepping on a plum Well, from there on down It just wasn't real purty It was hairpin' county And switchback city One of 'em looked like a can full of worms Another one looked like malaria germs 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 dhickens was stacked to thirteen-nine Well, we shot that tunnel at a hundred and ten Like gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen And we took that top row of chickens off Slicker than scum off a Lousiana swamp Went down and around and around and down Till we run outta ground at the edge of town Bashed into the side of the feed store In downtown Pagosa Springs [repeat CHORUS 2x]


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