Texty: Alecia Nugent. 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