Chords for Wolf Creek Pass

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Me and Earl was hauling chickens on the flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent [Eb] all night on
the uphill side of 37 miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass, which is up on the Great Divide.
And we was sitting there sucking toothpicks and drinking knee-highs and [G] onion soup mix,
and I [Eb] says, Earl, let's mail a card to Mother and then send them chickens on down [C] to the other side.
Yeah, let's give them a ride.
_ [F] Wolf Creek Pass, way up [C] off—
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[Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [A] Well, [C] Earl put down his bottle and ashed his foot down on the throttle, and then a [Eb] couple
of boobs with a thousand cubes and a 1948 [C]
Peterbilt screamed alive.
We woke up the chickens.
We roared up off of that shoulder, spraying pine cones, rocks, and boulders, and [Eb] put 400
head of them Rhode Island Reds and a couple of burnt [C]-out roosters on the line.
Look out below, cause here we [F] go.
Wolf Creek Pass!
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[C] _ _ _ Well, we commenced trucking, and them hens commenced the clucking, and [Eb] Earl took out
a match, and scratched his pants, and lit up the unused half [Cm]-a-dollar [C] cigar and took a puff.
Says, my, ain't [A] this pretty up here?
[C] I says, Earl, this hill can spill us.
You better slow down or you gonna kill [Eb] us.
Just make one mistake, and it's the pearly gates for them 85 [C] crates of USDA-approved cluckers.
You wanna hit second?
_ [F] Wolf Creek Pass, way up [C] on the Great [G] Divide, truckin' on down—
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_ Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter, and he stabbed her into fifth gear, and [Eb] then the
chromium-plated, fully-illuminated, genuine accessory shift [C] knob come right off in his hand.
I says, you wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?
He was tryin' to thread it on there when the fire fell off his cigar [Eb] and dropped on down,
sorta rolled around, and lit in a couple of Earl's pants and burnt a [C] hole in his sock.
Yeah, sorta set him right on fire.
_ [F] I looked on out of the window, and [C] I started countin' phone poles [Bb] goin' by at the rate
of four to [C] the seventh power.
Well, I [F] put two and two together, and [C] added twelve, and carried five, and come up [G] with
twenty-two thousand [C] telephone poles an hour.
_ _ _ I looked at Earl, and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled, and his leg was fried, [Bb] and
his hand was froze to the wheel like a tongue to a sled in the middle of the [C] blizzard.
I says, Earl, I'm not the type to complain, but the time has [Bb] come for me to explain that
if you don't apply some brake real soon, [C] they're gonna have to pick us up with a stick and a spoon.
Well, [Bb] Earl reared back, _ cocked his leg, and stepped down as hard as he [C] could on the brake,
and the pedal went clear of the floor and stayed right there on the floor.
[Bb] Then he says, it's sorta like steppin' on a plum. _
[C] Well, from there on down, it just wasn't real pretty.
It was a hairpin [Bb] county and a switchback city.
One of them looked like a can full of worms, [C] another one looked like malaria drew.
[Bb] _ Right in the middle of the [C] whole damn show was a real nice tunnel, now [Bb] wouldn't you know? _
[C] Sign says clearance to the [Bb] 12-foot line, but the chickens was stacked [Ab] to 13-9.
Well, we [Gb] shot that tunnel in 110 like [C] gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen.
[Bb] We took that top row of chickens off [Ab] Slicker and the scum off of Louisiana [Gb] Swamp.
Went down and around and [C] around and down, we run out of ground [Bb] at the edge of town,
[Ab] bashed into the side of the feed store [Gb] in downtown [D] Pagosa [B] Springs.
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