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  • John Schmid

    Wolf Creek Pass

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Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens
on a flatbed out of Wiggins,
and we'd spent all night
on the uphill side
of thirty-seven miles of hill called Wolf Creek Pass
which is up on the Great Divide
 
We were sittin' there suckin' toothpicks,
and drinkin' Nehis and onion soup mix,
and I said to Earl "Let's mail a card to Mother
and ship these chickens down the other side.
Let's give 'em a ride."
 
[Chorus:]
Wolf Creek Pass,
way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
 
So Earl put down his bottle,
mashed his foot down on the throttle,
and then a couple of boobs
in a thousand cubes
of a nineteen-forty-eight Canvard screamed to life.
We woke up the chickens.
 
Well, we roared up offa that shoulder
sprayin' pine cones, rocks, and boulders,
and put four hundred head of them Rhode Island reds
and a couple a' burnt-out roosters on the line.
Look out below; 'cause here we go!
 
[Chorus]
 
Yeah, we commenced to truckin'
and them hens commenced to cluckin'
Earl took out a match and scratched his pants
and lit the unused half of a dollar cigar and took a puff.
and said "My, ain't this purdy up here?"
 
I says, "Earl, this hill could spill us.
You better slow down or you gonna kill us.
You make one mistake and it's the Pearly Gate
for them eighty-five crates a' USDA-approved cluckers.
You wanna hit second gear?"
 
[Chorus]
 
So 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 said, "You wanna screw that thing back on there, Earl?"
 
He was tryin' to thread it on there
when his fire fell off his cigar and dropped down,
rolled around and then lit the cuff of Earl's pants
and burned a hole in his sock.
Kinda set him right on fire.
 
Well, I looked on out the window
and I started to count the phone poles,
and I noticed he had gone by 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 per hour.
 
[Chorus]
 
I looked at Earl and his eyes were 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 said, "Earl, I ain't the type to complain;
but the time has come for me to explain
that if you don't apply tem brakes 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 as 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 steppin' on a plum.
 
Well, from there on down it just wasn't real purdy:
it was hairpin county and switchback city.
One of 'em looked like a can full'a 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 chickens was stacked to thirteen-nine.
 
Well we shot through the 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 'til we run outta ground at the edge of town.
Bashed into the side of the feed store...
in downtown Pagosa Springs.
 
[Chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass,
way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Wolf Creek Pass,
way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
 

 

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