All you big and barely men who roll the trucks along
Better listen you'll be thankful when you hear my song
You have really got it made if you're haulin' goods
Anyplace on earth but those Hangsville Woods
It's a stretch of road up north in Maine
That's never ever ever seen a smile
If they'd buried all them truckers lost in them woods
There'd be a tombstone every mile
Count 'em off there'd be a tombstone every mile
When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down
You've got to drive the woods to get to Boston town
When it's winter up in Maine better check it over twice
That Hangsville road is just a ribbon of ice
It's a stretch of road up north in Maine...
When you're talking to a trucker that's been haulin' goods
Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hangsville Woods
He'll tell you that dying and going down below
Won't be half as bad as driving on that road of ice and snow