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
Cops were on my highway,
so we took old Wolf Creek home
Bobby Double dared me to put that pedal to the floor
Till we rolled off of Wolf Creek Road
Must have been some angels watching,
cause we didn't need one stitch
My truck would never run again,
but we walked out of that ditch
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've 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
He taught me a lesson,
didn't have to say one word
Drove home slow,
down on 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've 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 a 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