All you big and burly men who roll the trucks along
Better listen you'll be thankful when you hear my song
You have really got it made if you're hauling goods
Anyplace on earth but those haynesville woods
It's a stretch of road up north in maine
That's never ever ever seen a smile
If they'd buried all the truckers lost in them woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off there'd be a tomb-stone every mile
When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down
You've gotta drive the woods to get to boston to
When it's winter up in maine better check it over twice
That haynesville road is just a ribbon of ice
