That night echoes in my head like a gun shot
Three sheets to the wind in Monroe's truck
We were throwing our bottles out the windows
And flying down Moccasin Road
Hey, hey, hey
I'll never know just what we hit
I went through the glass and into the ditch
Besides Springsteen singing on the radio
All was quiet on Moccasin Road
I don't know what we were thinking
Lord, the way that we were drinking
I guess there's only one thing for sure
I left more than my leg and some blood
Down on Moccasin Road
I heard someone yell: This one's still alive
But I couldn't see for the blood in my eyes
But I still remember feeling my soul
Dancing above me on Moccasin Road
Hey, hey, hey
I must've passed out some time around then
The ambulance came and they loaded me in
But it was the Reaper who came to fetch Monroe
He took him off on a black horse down Moccasin Road
Now Monroe is lying underground
And me, I'm still limping around
My thoughts might wander but I'll no more
Ever step foot on Moccasin Road