40 Miles of Mountain Road - Cherlene

I walked forty miles of mountain road

With a worn out wheel and a load down low

I broke down and I’d be there still

But I had enough speed to make it over the hill

Well I crossed the ridge over the top

Seen a two log bridge with no time to stop

I can’t turn close, I can’t turn wide

So I left my body on the other side

I walked forty miles of Georgia clay

And I seen Diablo along the way

Digging a grave with a pick and a shovel

I said, «I got no sympathy for you, devil»

I drink my liquor from an old fruit jar

I made a banjo from a old ham can

I’m going straight to hell when I leave this world

I’d rather be a possum than an old broke girl

I walked forty miles of mountain road

Soothe my temper, soothe my soul

Forty miles of mountain road

To get you in the middle and let you go home

I walked forty miles to the old crossroads

Tried to buy back my soul

Bet it all on just one roll

Seen a pair of snake eyes looking cold

When you lose, it’s only fair

The lord don’t hear no gambler’s prayer

Go tell it on the mountain now have you heard

Hell broke loose devil’s outta work I walked forty miles of mountain road

Soothe my temper, soothe my soul

Forty miles of mountain road

To get you in the middle and let you go home

I walked through the cactus to find a rose

For my baby, sweet and cold

Six foot down and on his way

To meet St. Peter at the gates

I walked forty miles of mountain road

Soothe my temper, soothe my soul

Forty miles of mountain road

To get you in the middle and let you go home