Route 66

See my red and white Chevy
She's a vintage '56
Lost my job; lost my girl
Thought I'd hit the bricks
'Cause I knew I'd never make it
As one of them big-time city-slicks
So I'm bound for the next town
On Route 66

See my snakeskin boots
Pretty sharp for second hand
Got 'em for nothin'; got 'em Scot-free
From the feet of a dyin' old man
He said, "Son, if you find a good love
Man, you got to make it stick"
So I'm cruisin' the world for a friendly girl
On Route 66

I don't call myself a Yankee
A cowboy, or a hick
'Cause I feel at home when I'm out roamin'
On Route 66

And I got a rock 'n roll dream
That's burnin' inside of my heart
Wanna see the lights go down, scream 1 – 2 – 3 – 4
And hear the music start
Oh, but somebody told me long ago
That love and fame don't mix
So pack up the band; we'll head across land
On Route 66

Yeah, pack up the band; we'll head across land
On Route 66