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 Hell Called Wolf Creek Pass. Which Is Up On The Great Divide?



We Was Settin' There Suckin' Toothpicks, Drinkin' Nehi And Onion Soup Mix, And I Said, "Earl, Let's Mail A Card To Mother Then Send Them Chickens On Down The Other Side. Yeah, Let's Give 'em A Ride."



[Chorus]

Wolf Creek Pass, Way Up On The Great Divide

Truckin' On Down The Other Side



Well, Earl Put Down His Bottle, Mashed His Foot Down On The Throttle, And Then A Couple'a Boobs With A Thousand Cubes In A Nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt 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!



Well, We Commenced To Truckin' And Them Hens Commenced To Cluckin' 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 Purdy Up Here."



I Says, "Earl, This Hill Can Spill Us. You Better Slow Down Or You Gonna Kill Us. Just Make One Mistake And It's The Pearly Gates For Them Eight-five Crates A' USDA-approved Cluckers. You Wanna Hit Second?"



[chorus]

Wolf Creek Pass, Way Up On The Great Divide

Truckin' On Down The Other Side



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 Tryin' To Thread It On There When The Fire Fell Off A' 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 Countin' Phone Poles, Goin' B