All you big and burly 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 That's anyplace on earth but those Hainesville Woods It's a stretch of road up north in Maine that's never ever ever seen a smile If they'd burried all the truckers that's lost in them woods 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 you'd bettter check it over twice Cause that Hainesville road is just a ribbon of ice It's a stretch of road... [ guitar ] When you're talkin' to a trucker that's been haulin' goods Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hainesville Woods He'll tell you that dyin' and goin' down below Won't be half as bad as drivin' on that ice and snow It's a stretch of road... There'd be a tombstone every mile