I was just a dumb boy tryna prove I was a man
Six-pack full of courage and truck full of my friends
The cops were on the highway, so we took ol' Wolf Creek home
Bobby double-dared me to put that pedal to the floor
Yeah, we rode off of Wolf Creek Road
Must've been some angels watching 'cause we didn't need one stitch
My truck would never run again, but we walked out of that ditch
And when I told my old man, thought I might as well be dead
But he didn't lose his temper, no, this is what he said
As we rode down Wolf Creek Road
Where the gravel meets the grass on a switchback on the road
Where young men go too fast thinking they're made out of stone
"Boy, you got another chance, but, son, there's some who won't
Yeah, you can push your luck, but I'm praying that you don't
End up across on the side of Wolf Creek Road"
'Bout a mile from where I wrecked, he parked his pickup to the right
We just sat there staring at those two sticks painted white
Didn't have no conversation, but I know he knew I heard
Well, he taught me a lesson, didn't have to say one word
Drove home slow down Wolf Creek Road
Where the gravel meets the grass on a switchback on the road
Where young men go too fast thinking they're made out of stone
"Boy, you got another chance, but, son, there's some who won't
Yeah, you can push your luck, but I'm praying that you don't
End up across on the side of Wolf Creek Road"
They put blacktop on the switchbacks and a rail replaced the cross
Some things in this wicked world should never be forgot
So I put one back up yesterday so some young man might see
Raising hell behind the wheel might put you six feet deep
Painted white on the side of Wolf Creek Road
Yeah, I thank God I'm not across on Wolf Creek Road
