Yeah, it's cruisin' on
down the Lincoln Highway
Before it turned into the Will Rogers Highway Highway in
Missouri where Jesse James could not hide out today
Get your kicks on what's left of the 66
So follow state and homespun signs,
leadin' on this historic route
Takin' ramps to corporate crap oil
where history has been rubbed out
Lost in the mix on what's left of 66
Now a lot of miseries
rattled down that road
From a trail of tears
to watching the population explode
Counting clicks on what's left of 66
Yeah, no word for a grainer
out there at the tracks
It's hard for a guy to thumb a ride
with a dog in backpacks
Get your kicks on what's left,
sixty -six
Now that desert goes on and on
with distant peaks and blown
tires leading away
You buy Indian cigarettes at Buffy's,
no tax you'll have to pay
Get your fix on what's left of 66
Smokin' down Smokin'!
So we're back in the car again,
oh man, rollin' into the next town
to see another friend.
But I might head up 42 or 36
To the sticks, out of ways, from 66
Alright, go crazy now!
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