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She's a two-headed snake and she winds her tail From the mighty Appalachians to the gates of hell She slithers and slides and makes you slip You can't break away when you're in her grip She don't give a damn about your shiny steel Your rack or your loaded gun She'll crush them with your will Cruel old 81 In Bristol, Tennessee There was a great big bang Sarah, Maybelle and A.P And the yodeling brakeman It rolled and rumbled like a low lament Felt by everyone As she drowned it in cement Cruel old 81 You got a cloud around your brain And you've been driving through the rain Till you wash away all that shame You'll be here again and again and again and again Oh yeah While you're winding through her craggy slopes You're low on fuel, you're short on hope NY, PA, VA, TN They start to look the same and you're wondering when This thing that seemed so pure and true Faded like a falling sun Where it all went wrong And how it came undone And why you had to run Back down 81 Cruel old 81 Cruel old 81