Where his wheels left the road,
broken glass and twisted steel
Were the only traces left of that
Oh, the mist hung on that mountain
And the Deputies found him
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
He was dancing with a woman
just before he crossed the line
Where his wheels left the road,
broken glass and twisted steel
Were the only traces left of his
Oh, the mist hangs on that
mountain like a winter overcoat
And the Deputies found him
where his wheels left the road