This particular "lost [bad word] between Westport and MacDonald's Corners, Ontario and it was indeed a dark and stormy night as MaryAnn, her sister Jane and I drove to a Fred Eaglesmith show one evening. We didn't see any car crashes or ghosts, but alas, there were lots of suicide frogs.

They say the devil lives up the line 
Got himself a place where the sun don't shine, you see 
He's making whiskey out of people's souls 
The kind that die young and never get old--not me

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I hear a voice and it's calling, high and lonesome in the rain 
Says she's still waiting on me, waiting...on the lost highway

Mona went walking on a stormy night 
She's dressed in black, just had a fight with me 
I put the dog in the car and went looking for her 
Drove up and down, all around the curves, you see 
It's the little things that you can't forget 
The night was dark, the road it was wet and cold 
There were suicide frogs dying under my wheels 
crack of lightning and the thunder's peal, too close 
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 [bad word] around a curve and there she was 
In the middle of the road, my heart filled with love for her 
I couldn't stop, my tires just squealed 
So I hit the gas and I yanked the wheel out of the curve 
We tore through the rail, that old hound and me 
And dropped into the night, down a hundred feet or more 
When Mona found me, I'd dragged myself clear 
There was rain in her eyes, though it might have been tears, she said don't go
I tried to hold on, coughing blood and rain 
The dog was gone and there wasn't much pain no more 
    refrain

They say the devil lives up the line 
Got himself a place where the sun don't shine, you see 
If you see a [bad word] out of the fog 
Got a long dark coat and a big black dog, that's me 
    refrain