518

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