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Driving South Dakota in December
Means you’re a “Stupid Club” member
I’d never even heard of a “White Out”
That’s what this story’s all about

Cruising along and relaxed as can be
My three daughters, my wife and me
You could see for miles, the land was so flat
Heard truckers do a CB chat

Heard one of them say “It’s blowing ahead”
But couldn’t quite hear all they said
But in twenty miles I knew what he meant
Cause into a snow storm we went

We found ourselves in a total “White Out”
It was a “Ground Blizzard”, no doubt
Strong winds blowing horizontal to land
Should we go on, or take a stand 

I thought we’d drive right through it pretty quick
It’s so cold the snow didn’t stick
The problem was, powdery snow’s so light
When the wind whips up, it takes flight

It only got worse as we went along
The car swaying, the wind so strong
I could just barely see the center line
We all watched for an exit sign

At this point, I knew things were getting bad
Afraid to stop or go ahead
From the car’s rear window, kids watched the stripe
Could see through the rear window wipe

They'd yell if I strayed from the center line
And that happen several times
The next thing I know, my CB squaws out 
“You’re going off right!” it did shout

An eighteen wheeler was right behind me
His cab so high that he could see
The “White Out” went up higher than the car
At trucker’s height, he could see far

He guided us down the road for a while
Said an off ramp is just a mile
You should just stay there, till the wind gets low
I’m passing on your left, go slow!

We thanked him for all the help that he gave
He went by, gave a toot and wave
We found the ramp and got to a café
Sat down and bowed our heads to pray

We knew we had much to be thankful for
Safely through this and one before
A fishtail and spin on the mountain pass
This winter driving is my last
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