Where his wheels left the road, broken glass and twisted steel   Were the only traces left of that worn out Oldsmobile   Oh, the mist hung on that mountain like a winter overcoat   And the Deputies found him where his wheels left the road      He had left the Diamond Horeshoe, drank that whiskey river dry   That's the tale the Sheriff told to his sister and his wife   They could claim their Dear Beloved at the White Oak Funeral Home   And the Deputy could show them where the wheels left the road      Now they're bring food and flowers to the kitchen of his home   They placed a little cross 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 smoke and neon lights   He was dancing with a woman just before he crossed the line   In a room next to the Horseshoe, wedding ring down in his coat   He took her in his arms and his wheels left the road      Where his wheels left the road, broken glass and twisted steel   Were the only traces left of his worn out Oldsmobile   Oh, the mist hangs on that mountain like a winter overcoat   And the Deputies found him where his wheels left the road