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 518 when you've had enough
Take 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
