Wolf Creek Road

I was just a dumb boy trying to prove I was a man. Six-pack full of courage and a truck full of My friends. The cops were on the highway, so we took Ole Wolf Creek home. Bobby double-dared me to put that pedal to the Floor. Till we Rolled off of Wolf Creek Road. Must've been some angels watchin' 'cause we didn't Need one stitch. My truck would never run again, But we walked out of that ditch. And when I told my old man, thought I Might as well be dead. But he didn't lose his temper, No, this is what he said. As we rolled Down Wolf Creek Road. Where the gravel meets the grass on a Switchback on the road. Where young men go too fast thinking they're made Out of stone. Boy, you got another chance, But son, there's some who won't. Yeah, you can push your luck, but I'm praying That you don't end up a cross on the Side Of Wolf Creek Road. About a mile from where I wrecked, He parked his pickup to the right. We just sat there staring at those two sticks Painted white. Didn't have no conversation, But I know he knew I heard. Well, he taught me a lesson, didn't have to Say one word. Drove home slow Down Wolf Creek Road. Where the gravel meets the grass on a switchback On the road. Where young men go too fast Thinking they're made out stone. Boy, you got another chance, but son, There's some who won't. Yeah, you can push your luck, but I'm praying That you don't end up a cross on the Side of Wolf Creek Road. They put blacktop on the switchbacks and a rail Replaced the cross. But some things in this wicked world should never Be forgot. So I put one back up yesterday so some Young man might see. Raising hell behind the wheel might put you six Feet deep. Painted white On the side of Wolf Creek Road. Yeah, I thank God I'm not a cross On Wolf Creek Road.