518

Take the 518, when you're feeling low
And your friend bad luck just won't let you go
If the bird don't sing and the dog don't hunt
Take the 518, when you've had enough

Take the 518, if you got lost
And the price you pay
Wasn't worth the cost
See the snow-eyed peas
Above the high road
Leave your troubles behind
In the country below

I was in a divan
Down in dead man's pass
I was living hard
And moving too fast
Gold was in my hand
Trouble filled my eyes
But on the 518, that part of me died

Take the 518, when you're feeling low
And your friеnd bad luck just won't let you go
When it's said and done
You won't feel a thing
On that strеtch of road, they call the 518