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Creepy Pete © Angry Johnny and the Killbillies
Bonesaw Lullaby BMI

These Berkshire roads are lots of things one thing they ain’t is kind
If it’s the place you’re gonna race good luck crossing the finish line
The race starts down at Dewey’s with 3 Bourbons and a beer
And a hand-full of amphetamines to chase away your fear

The race goes round the reservoir 10 miles of pure Hell
There haven’t been a lot of winners not too many live to tell
The only rule is be the first to make it back alive
Just put your money on the bar get in the car and drive

My brother took on Creepy Pete one lonely year before
There’s a cross out there by Pickerel Creek next to a mangled Ford
Old Creepy crossed the finish line a smile on his face
Said a pussy like my brother had no business in this race

So here we are on Halloween one year right to the day
Creepy Pete is goading me says I’m afraid to play
Says I’m just like my brother that poor fool just couldn’t drive
I tell him if he’s got the balls let’s take a little ride

Samantha begs me not to go see Pete he’s never lost
Eleven times the finish line ol’ Creepy Pete has crossed
Your brother was a blast Pete says but you’ll be much more fun
He hops in his Camaro Dewey raises up his gun

The shot rings out I say a prayer and put it to the floor
I’ve run this race inside my head a million times before
That Chevy pulls ahead of my old 67 Ford
He’s got the devil on his side let’s hope I’ve got the Lord

I take him on the first turn and he hits me in the side
He’s laughing louder than he laughed the night my brother died
We barrel up through Shiner ridge he hits me hard this time
He tries to push my Galaxie into a row of pines

We’re heading for the one lane bridge where my brother cashed it in
My 390 is knockin’ but I keep that mother pinned
Old Creepy isn’t smiling now he looks a little scared
I yell out this is for Rick you rotten prick as he sails through the air

When That Chevy hit that maple man you should’ve heard the sound
They say that you could hear it seven miles back in town
You should’ve seen their faces when they saw my smoking Ford
Limping cross the finish line at Johnson’s corner store

These Berkshire roads are lots of things one thing they ain’t is kind
Creepy Pete is gone but he’s a dozen for a dime
And me I am retired but I’ve got to thank the Lord
Let the Devil have his Chevys thank God Jesus loves his Fords

These Berkshire roads are lots of things one thing they ain’t is kind
If it’s the place you’re gonna race good luck crossing the finish line
The race starts down at Dewey’s with 3 Bourbons and a beer
And a hand-full of amphetamines to chase away your fear