All you big and barely men who roll the trucks along Better listen you'll be thankful when you hear my song You have really got it made if you're haulin' goods Anyplace on earth but those Hangsville Woods It's a stretch of road up north in Maine That's never ever ever seen a smile If they'd burried all the truckers that's lost in them woods 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'd better check it over twice Cause that Hangsville road is just a ribbon of ice It's a stretch of road up north in Maine... [ Guitar ] When you're talkin' to a trucker that's been haulin' goods Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hangsville Woods He'll tell you that dyin' and goin' down below Won't be half as bad as drivin' on that ice and snow It's a stretch of road up north in Maine... There'd be a tombstone every mile