WillSpirit!

Le’me tell ya ’bout my road ta hell:
The tale ain’t pretty and it sure ain’t swell.
But this dang notion’s runnin’ thru my head:
Just one good deed gonna get me dead.

I been drivin’ South in my pickup truck,
Hit a real hard bump and my rig gets stuck.
I jump on down to see what’s what:
See my two front wheels in a nasty rut.

My truck hangs winches front and back,
So pullin’ out id’n but a snap.
But I pull ta rear, don’t think it right,
So agin’ that hole’s yawnin’ in my lights.

I been haulin’ stones for some guy name’ Jack.
They’s big as plates and twice as flat.
So I go ta lay ‘em in ‘at big pot’ole,
‘Till the road look good an’ my rig can roll.

And it rolls just right down the street real straight,
‘Till the speed-o-meter’s pushin’ forty-eight.
Them tires keep turnin’ an’ my motor roars.
That truck’s a haulin’ with ‘er pedal floored.

Darn thing is I forgot to check
What parts ‘at big bump mighta wrecked.
I hadna looked so I hadna seen:
‘Neath my truck dripped a puddly sheen.

When ‘er front end fell a brake line snapped.
Now I pump the pedal but it don’t do crap.
This rig keeps rollin’, goin’ sixty now,
When up ahead stands a big ol’ cow.

An’ I start thinkin’ ’bout them stones in back,
How I ‘greed ta haul ‘em for a guy name’ Jack.
It wudn’t him what I meant to please:
I been real sweet on his sis Louise.

Louise an’ me, we ain’t but necked,
An’ now I’m drivin’ down a road ta Heck.
Think might as well ‘void that Jersey,
So I spin my wheel an’ go topsy-turvy.

If the bed been lighter the truck been fine,
We coulda gone out had a real nice time.
I hauled them stone’s for Louise’s smile,
‘Cept I lose my lights in a smokin’ pile.