Chords for Wolf Creek Pass
Tempo:
129.4 bpm
Chords used:
C
Bb
F
Eb
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] [Bb] [C]
Me and Earl was hauling chickens on the flatbed out of Wiggins, and [Eb] we'd spent all night on the uphill side of 37 miles of hell [C] called Wolf Creek Pass, which is up on the Great Divide.
And we was sitting there sucking toothpicks and drinking knee-highs and onion soup [A] mix, and I says,
Earl, [Eb] 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
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[Bb] [C] Well, Earl put down his bottle and asked his foot down on the throttle, and then a [Eb] couple of boobs with a thousand cubes and a 1948 [C]
Peterbilt screamed alive.
He 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, because here we [F] go.
Wolf Creek Pass way up [C] on the Great Divide, [G] turnin' on down [Cm] to the other side.
[Bb]
[C] Well, we commenced truckin', and them hens commenced the [Eb] cluckin', and Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half [Cm] of a dollar cigar [C] and took a puff.
Says, my, ain't this [A] pretty up here.
[C] I says, Earl, this hill can spill us.
You better slow down or you gon' kill [Eb] us.
Just make one mistake and it's the pearly gates for them 85-crate, [C] the USDA-approved cluckers.
You wanna hit second?
[F] Wolf Creek Pass way [C] up on the Great [G] Divide, truckin' on down to the other side.
[F] [C]
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 of his cigar and [Eb] dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and lit the cup of Earl's pants [C] and burned a 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 the [C] seventh power.
Well, I [F] put two and two together and [C] added twelve and carried five and come up [G] with 22,000 [C] telephone poles an hour.
I looked at Earl and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled [C] 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 to 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 Harapan [Bb] County and Switchback City.
One of them looked like a can full of worm, [C] another one looked like malaria [Bb] germs.
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] twelve-foot line, but chickens were stacked [Ab] to thirteen-nine.
Well, we [Gb] shot that tunnel in 110 like a [C] gaff through a funnel and eggs through a hen.
[Bb] We took that top row of chickens off to [Ab] let her scum off of Louisiana [Gb] Swamp.
Went down and around and [C] around and down, we run out of [Bb] ground at the edge of town, [Ab] bashed into the side of the feed store [Gb] in [Dm] downtown Pagosa Springs.
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[C] [Bb] [C]
Me and Earl was hauling chickens on the flatbed out of Wiggins, and [Eb] we'd spent all night on the uphill side of 37 miles of hell [C] called Wolf Creek Pass, which is up on the Great Divide.
And we was sitting there sucking toothpicks and drinking knee-highs and onion soup [A] mix, and I says,
Earl, [Eb] 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
[C]
[G]
[Bb] [C] Well, Earl put down his bottle and asked his foot down on the throttle, and then a [Eb] couple of boobs with a thousand cubes and a 1948 [C]
Peterbilt screamed alive.
He 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, because here we [F] go.
Wolf Creek Pass way up [C] on the Great Divide, [G] turnin' on down [Cm] to the other side.
[Bb]
[C] Well, we commenced truckin', and them hens commenced the [Eb] cluckin', and Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half [Cm] of a dollar cigar [C] and took a puff.
Says, my, ain't this [A] pretty up here.
[C] I says, Earl, this hill can spill us.
You better slow down or you gon' kill [Eb] us.
Just make one mistake and it's the pearly gates for them 85-crate, [C] the USDA-approved cluckers.
You wanna hit second?
[F] Wolf Creek Pass way [C] up on the Great [G] Divide, truckin' on down to the other side.
[F] [C]
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 of his cigar and [Eb] dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and lit the cup of Earl's pants [C] and burned a 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 the [C] seventh power.
Well, I [F] put two and two together and [C] added twelve and carried five and come up [G] with 22,000 [C] telephone poles an hour.
I looked at Earl and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled [C] 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 to 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 Harapan [Bb] County and Switchback City.
One of them looked like a can full of worm, [C] another one looked like malaria [Bb] germs.
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] twelve-foot line, but chickens were stacked [Ab] to thirteen-nine.
Well, we [Gb] shot that tunnel in 110 like a [C] gaff through a funnel and eggs through a hen.
[Bb] We took that top row of chickens off to [Ab] let her scum off of Louisiana [Gb] Swamp.
Went down and around and [C] around and down, we run out of [Bb] ground at the edge of town, [Ab] bashed into the side of the feed store [Gb] in [Dm] downtown Pagosa Springs.
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[C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _
Me and Earl was hauling chickens on the flatbed out of Wiggins, and [Eb] we'd spent all night on the uphill side of 37 miles of hell [C] called Wolf Creek Pass, which is up on the Great Divide.
And we was sitting there sucking toothpicks and drinking knee-highs and onion soup [A] mix, and I says,
Earl, [Eb] 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
_ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _ Well, Earl put down his bottle and asked his foot down on the throttle, and then a [Eb] couple of boobs with a thousand cubes and a 1948 [C]
Peterbilt screamed alive.
He 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, because here we [F] go.
Wolf Creek Pass way up [C] on the Great Divide, [G] turnin' on down [Cm] to the other side.
[Bb] _ _
[C] _ _ _ Well, we commenced truckin', and them hens commenced the [Eb] cluckin', and Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half [Cm] of a dollar cigar [C] and took a puff.
Says, my, ain't this [A] pretty up here.
[C] I says, Earl, this hill can spill us.
You better slow down or you gon' kill [Eb] us.
Just make one mistake and it's the pearly gates for them 85-crate, [C] the USDA-approved cluckers.
You wanna hit second?
_ [F] Wolf Creek Pass way [C] up on the Great [G] Divide, truckin' on down _ to the other side.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _
_ 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 of his cigar and [Eb] dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and lit the cup of Earl's pants [C] and burned a 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 the [C] seventh power.
Well, I [F] put two and two together and [C] added twelve and carried five and come up [G] with 22,000 [C] telephone poles an hour.
_ _ _ I looked at Earl and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled [C] 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 to 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 Harapan [Bb] County and Switchback City.
One of them looked like a can full of worm, [C] another one looked like malaria [Bb] germs.
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] twelve-foot line, but chickens were stacked [Ab] to thirteen-nine.
Well, we [Gb] shot that tunnel in 110 like a [C] gaff through a funnel and eggs through a hen.
[Bb] We took that top row of chickens off to [Ab] let her scum off of Louisiana [Gb] Swamp.
Went down and around and [C] around and down, we run out of [Bb] ground at the edge of town, [Ab] bashed into the side of the feed store [Gb] in [Dm] downtown Pagosa Springs.
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[C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _
Me and Earl was hauling chickens on the flatbed out of Wiggins, and [Eb] we'd spent all night on the uphill side of 37 miles of hell [C] called Wolf Creek Pass, which is up on the Great Divide.
And we was sitting there sucking toothpicks and drinking knee-highs and onion soup [A] mix, and I says,
Earl, [Eb] 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
_ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _ Well, Earl put down his bottle and asked his foot down on the throttle, and then a [Eb] couple of boobs with a thousand cubes and a 1948 [C]
Peterbilt screamed alive.
He 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, because here we [F] go.
Wolf Creek Pass way up [C] on the Great Divide, [G] turnin' on down [Cm] to the other side.
[Bb] _ _
[C] _ _ _ Well, we commenced truckin', and them hens commenced the [Eb] cluckin', and Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half [Cm] of a dollar cigar [C] and took a puff.
Says, my, ain't this [A] pretty up here.
[C] I says, Earl, this hill can spill us.
You better slow down or you gon' kill [Eb] us.
Just make one mistake and it's the pearly gates for them 85-crate, [C] the USDA-approved cluckers.
You wanna hit second?
_ [F] Wolf Creek Pass way [C] up on the Great [G] Divide, truckin' on down _ to the other side.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _
_ 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 of his cigar and [Eb] dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and lit the cup of Earl's pants [C] and burned a 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 the [C] seventh power.
Well, I [F] put two and two together and [C] added twelve and carried five and come up [G] with 22,000 [C] telephone poles an hour.
_ _ _ I looked at Earl and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled [C] 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 to 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 Harapan [Bb] County and Switchback City.
One of them looked like a can full of worm, [C] another one looked like malaria [Bb] germs.
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] twelve-foot line, but chickens were stacked [Ab] to thirteen-nine.
Well, we [Gb] shot that tunnel in 110 like a [C] gaff through a funnel and eggs through a hen.
[Bb] We took that top row of chickens off to [Ab] let her scum off of Louisiana [Gb] Swamp.
Went down and around and [C] around and down, we run out of [Bb] ground at the edge of town, [Ab] bashed into the side of the feed store [Gb] in [Dm] downtown Pagosa Springs.
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