

Down in the hollow where the kudzu climbs Nobody speaks of the
older times
But we got a wild beast tied to the truck And we're
running clean out of luck
Tie the rope tight,
hold the line We got a wild beast tied to the truck
tonight (yeah)
Feel the engine shake,
see the red headlights
Two hundred miles of broken black tar
Under the gaze of a pale dying star Its claws are scratching
the flatbed metal
Put your boots down hard on the pedal
Tie the rope tight,
hold the line We got a wild beast tied to the truck
tonight (oh lord) Feel the engine shake,
see the red headlights
Running clean out of luck...
Tied to the truck...