Where His Wheels Left The Road

Where his wheels left the road, broken glass and twisted steel Were the only traces left of that worn out Oldsmobile Oh, the mist hung on that mountain like a winter overcoat And the Deputies found him where his wheels left the road He had left the Diamond Horeshoe, drank that whiskey river dry That's the tale the Sheriff told to his sister and his wife They could claim their Dear Beloved at the White Oak Funeral Home And the Deputy could show them where the wheels left the road Now they're bring food and flowers to the kitchen of his home They placed a little cross where his wheels left the road But the truth will soon be buried, there's a secret no one knows He was not out on that highway when his wheels left the road It was back in that old bar room in the smoke and neon lights He was dancing with a woman just before he crossed the line In a room next to the Horseshoe, wedding ring down in his coat He took her in his arms and his wheels left the road Where his wheels left the road, broken glass and twisted steel Were the only traces left of his worn out Oldsmobile Oh, the mist hangs on that mountain like a winter overcoat And the Deputies found him where his wheels left the road