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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 white peaks Above the high road Leave your troubles behind And the country below I was in a divide Down in Dead Man's Pass I was living hard And a movin' 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 friend bad luck Just won't let you go When it's said and done You won't feel a thing On that stretch of road They call the 518