Widow Maker

Widow Maker, Widow Maker
 Were the words so bright and big
 Painted 'cross the bumper
 Of a shiny rig
 Billy Mack kissed Wanda Anne
 And climbed into his rig
 Said he'd be back a-Tuesday night
 Lets plan on somethin' big
 That big red diesel roared to life
 And Bill was L.A. bound
 The wheels were hummin' Wanda Anne
 As he rolled outta town
 20 hundred RPMs were showing on the tach
 But no one knew
 this was the last long ride for Billy Mack
 Widow Maker, Widow Maker
 Only Bill could understand
 Was goin' to make a widow
 Outta pretty Wanda Anne
 Just a few more miles
 And Bill was on that mountain range
 Where dead ahead
 A pickup full of kids blocked both the lanes
 Bill hit the air
 Then he felt
 His trailer slide and sway
 And the pickup driver made no move
 To help him clear the way
 He just had time to think of Wanda
 As he fought the wheel
 Then Billy Mack was buried under
 20 tons of steel
 One life for ten
 Has always been
 A diesel drivers code
 That's why Billy slung that Widow Maker off the road
 Songwriter(s): Buddy Wilson, Penny Jay