Widow Maker (single version)

Widowmaker, widowmaker
Were the words so bright and big
Painted 'cross the bumper
Of a shiny rig

Billy Mack kissed Wanda Anne
Then climbed into his rig
Said he'd be back a Tuesday night
Let's plan on something big

That big red diesel roared to life
And Bill was L.A. bound
The wheels were humming Wanda Anne
As he rolled outta town

Twenty hundred RPMs
Were showing on the tach
But no one knew this was the last
Long ride for Billy Mack

Widowmaker, widowmaker
Only Bill could understand
Was going to make a widow
Outta pretty Wanda Anne

Just a few more miles, and Bill
Was on that mountain range
Where dead ahead a pickup full
Of kids blocked both the lanes

Bill hit the air, then he felt
His trailer slide and sway
And the pickup driver made no move
To help him clear the way

He just had time to think of Wanda
As he fought the wheel
Then Billy Mack was buried under
Twenty tons of steel

One life for ten has always been
A diesel driver's code
That's why Billy slung
That widowmaker off the road