She's a two-headed snake and she winds her tail
From the mighty Appalachians to the gates of hell
She slithers and slides and makes you slip
You can't break away when you're in her grip
She don't give a damn about your shiny steel
Your rack or your loaded gun
She'll crush them with your will
Cruel old 81
In Bristol, Tennessee
There was a great big bang
Sarah, Maybelle and A.P
And the yodeling brakeman
It rolled and rumbled like a low lament
Felt by everyone
As she drowned it in cement
Cruel old 81
You got a cloud around your brain
And you've been driving through the rain
Till you wash away all that shame
You'll be here again and again and again and again
Oh yeah
While you're winding through her craggy slopes
You're low on fuel, you're short on hope
NY, PA, VA, TN
They start to look the same and you're wondering when
This thing that seemed so pure and true
Faded like a falling sun
Where it all went wrong
And how it came undone
And why you had to run
Back down 81
Cruel old 81
Cruel old 81
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