Featuring: A.frank Willis

Well, it was four in the morning and nothing in sight,

Save me, and my van, and my two headlights;
Lightning flashing all about the sky,
Seemed just like the First of July;

Then the hailstones fired like a gatling gun,
But I kept on going there was nowhere to run.


Then the rain came down like Churchill Falls,
I could barely drive cuz I couldn't see at all;
I hit them brakes with both-a-my feet,

I push so hard that I busted up my seat;
I looked straight ahead and bless my soul,
There was a great big moose in the middle of the road.

In the middle of the road, in the middle of the road,
He was a great big moose, in the middle of the road.


Well, his legs were longer than a B.C. tree,
His antlers could reach across Calgary;
He was bigger than a ship, had great big eyes,

Staring me down from way up in the sky;
I thought for sure I was gonna be dead,
Then he looked at me and this is what he said.


He said, I know who you are and you're going to a gig,
Get out your squeezebox and play a little jig;

I can do a little step like you never seen,
I can play the spoons and the tamborine;
He was stepping 'er down while my motor went cold,

Waiting for the moose in the middle of the road.
In the middle of the road, in the middle of the road,
He was a great big moose, in the middle of the road.


Well, he danced and he sang to everything I played,
Next thing I know he was on his way;

He said goodbye and thanks for the tunes,
Every now and then I'll be watching for you;
And this great big story it had to be told,

About a great big moose in the middle of the road.
In the middle of the road, in the middle of the road,
He was a great big moose, in the middle of the road.