Travis James Humphrey: Listen
Tombstone Every Mile
All you big and burly men who roll them trucks along,
better listen, you'll be thankful when you hear my song.
You've really got it made if you're hauling goods,
anyplace on earth except them Haynesville Woods.
It's a stretch of road in Northern Maine, that's never, ever, ever seen a smile.
If they'd buried all them truckers, lost in them woods, there'd be a tombstone every mile.
Count 'em off ... there'd be a tombstone every mile.
When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down,
you've got to drive the woods to get to Boston-town.
When it's winter up in Maine, you better check it over twice,
because that Haynesville road is just a ribbon of ice.
It's a stretch of road in Northern Maine, that's never, ever, ever seen a smile.
If they'd buried all them truckers, lost in them woods, there'd be a tombstone every mile.
Count 'em off ... there'd be a tombstone every mile.If you're talking to a trucker that's been hauling goods,
down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Haynesville Woods,
he'll tell you that dying and going down below
ain't half as bad as driving on that road of ice and snow.
It's a stretch of road in Northern Maine, that's never, ever, ever seen a smile.
If they'd buried all them truckers, lost in them woods, there'd be a tombstone every mile.
Count 'em off ... there'd be a tombstone every mile.
Count 'em off ... there'd be a tombstone every mile.