Old 66

Just down the gravel road,

You hit a highway long and old,

66 upon the sign,

More stories there than yellow lines.

And every Friday we dress down,

For a night out on the town,

Hit the first cold beer lights,

And get a quick start to the night.

She might be old but her curves look nice,

Up for adventure and can’t beat the price,

Fill up quick and push the pedal down,

Let’s take old 66 right out of this town.

Now were just in time for a late night snack,

Down at thompson’s bar and burger shack,
Americana never tasted this good,
Picnic style on the top of our hood.
Buckle up and were gone again,
It’s last call but we’ve already been,
On the highway for miles and miles,
Nothing on Earth is going wipe off these smiles.

She might be old but her curves look nice,
Up for adventure and can’t beat the price,
Fill up quick and push the pedal down,
Let’s take old 66 right out of this town.