There I go down Curtis Rd.,
When the blacktop shines and the fog hangs low.
Twist and turn so you gotta go slow,

When you’re ridin down Curtis Rd.,
When you’re ridin down Curtis Rd.

I’m on my way back to the Nasty,
Shades of the city all grey and black.
When I’m ridin through the cornfields,

I never feel like goin back,
I never feel like goin back.  

Whoa, whoa whoa, you better slow down
Whoa, whoa whoa, if you’re carrying a heavy load.
When you’re out there ridin down.
Curtis Rd. 

It’s a long long way from that German town,
When the rain is fallin or the snow comes down.
But the candy canes and twinkling lights,

Sure look pretty in the cold dark night
sure look pretty in the cold dark night

Whoa, whoa whoa, you better slow down
Whoa, whoa whoa, if you’re carrying a heavy load.
When you’re out there ridin down
Curtis Rd