Widow Maker
By B Wilson and P Jay
Widow maker, widow maker
Were the words so bright and big
Painted 'cross the bumper of his big shiny rig.
Billy Mack kissed Wanda Ann
Then climbed into his rig
Said he'd be back on Tuesday night
So plan on something big
That big red diesel roared to life
And Bill was L.A. bound
The wheels was hummin' "Wanda Ann"
As they moved out of town.
Twenty hundred R.P.M.s were showin' on the tach
But no one knew this was the last long drive for Billy Mack.
widow maker, widow maker
It's hard to understand
You're gonna make a widow out of pretty Wanda Ann.
Just a few more miles
And Bill was on that mountain range
When dead ahead a pickup full of kids pulled in his lane
Bill hit the air
And then he felt his trailer slide and sway
The other driver made no move to get out of the way.
He just had time to think of Wanda
As he fought the wheel
Then Bill Mack was burried under twenty tons of steel.
Widow maker, widow maker
It's hard to understand; that widow maker
Made a widow out of Wanda Ann.
One life for ten had always been a diesel driver's code
That's why Billy slung that widow maker off the road.