Lyrics:

On the highway, Thirty people lost their lives.
On the highway, Thirty people lost their lives.
Well, I had some ways to Holley, And my road, it took a right.

In the moonlight, See that Greyhound rollin' on.
In the moonlight, See that Greyhound rollin' on.
Flyin' through the crossroads, roads that ran into the Hound.

For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone.
For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone.
Mister Undertaker, Take this coffin from my home.

In the midnight, He'll be cryin' out a name.
In the midnight, He'll be cryin' out a name.
I'm standin' on the railroad, Waitin' for the Graveyard Train.

On the highway, Thirty people turned to stone.
On the highway, Thirty people turned to stone.
Oh, take me to the station, 'Cause I'm number thirty-one.