Charley Crockett - 518 lyrics

Take the 518, when you're feeling low And your friend bad luck just won't let you go If the bird don't sing and the dog don't hunt Take the 518, when you've had enough Take the 518, if you got lost And the price you pay Wasn't worth the cost See the snow-eyed peas Above the high road Leave your troubles behind In the country below I was in a divan Down in dead man's pass I was living hard And moving too fast Gold was in my hand Trouble filled my eyes But on the 518, that part of me died Take the 518, when you're feeling low And your friеnd bad luck just won't let you go When it's said and done You won't feel a thing On that strеtch of road, they call the 518