I left Seattle and I was runnin' late it was rainin' rainin' rainin' cats and dogs
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Well that road was slick and full of little tricks like a walkin' on a slick hickory log
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I had five axles in a while Mustang I was pullin' seventy thousands on behind
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As I rolled her out of town to turn Fort Lynn around
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I built a fire and I let her unwind
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Blindin' lights rainy nights jack knife
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[ guitar ]
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Well I made that mountain went over the top and I rolled down all the way
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I went into a kerb that took a lotta nerve as I left that mountain sway
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As that tandem shuttered then settled on down I heard an airhold snap
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Well there was no doubt I had to write her on out or let her jack knife in my lap
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Blindin' lights and rainy nights jack knife
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[ guitar ]
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There's a lot of operators who can tell you how a runaway rig can kill
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So I said me a prayer and then I hit the air and let her jack knife off of that hill
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Well I crawled out of that pile of junk then I walked away with a smile
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But I got out with my life but a mean jack knife put me a walkin' for a while
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Blindin' lights and rainy nights jack knife
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Jack Knife
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| Red Simpson |
