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Well, if you ever plan to motor west Just take my way that's the highway that's the best Get your kicks on route 66 Well, it winds from Chicago to L.A. More than two thousand miles all the way Get your kicks on route 66 Well, it goes from St. Louis down to Missouri Oklahoma City looks oh so pretty You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino Would you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California trip Get your kicks on route 66 Well, it goes from St. Louis down to Missouri Oklahoma City looks oh so pretty You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino Would you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California trip Get your kicks on route 66 Get your kicks on route 66 Get your kicks on route 66

Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shotgun Your blown out brains You can talk about me Scorn my name You can steal my women And that don't mean a doggone thing If you don't believe I won't do it Away from the sea out of wit You're crazy mama, ah yeah Well your old times religion Is just as superstition You gonna pay high prices For your sacrifices, yes you will child Well your blood and thunder Sure can't faze me none If your gonna keep on coming I got to take it all head on If you don't believe I won't do it I walk out of steal of wit Your crazy mama, oh yeah I don't think I ain't though about it Sure makes my shackles rise And cold blood murder Make me want to draw the line Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain You're plain psychotic Plain insane If you don't believe I won't do it Oh, wait for the speed of the bullet You're crazy Mama You're crazy Mama, oh yeah Yeah, you're crazy Mama Woo-ho Ay-yo Thank you very much lovelies You're all beautiful You're lookin' lovely Yeah, yeah, you can do You can do what you like You can stand on your head And you know you can throw things at each other Yeah just sit down If you wanna dance We'll bring the other piano you can

Papa says yes, mama says no Make up you mind 'cause I gotta go I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall Drive myself right over the wall Rip this joint, going to save your soul 'Round and 'round and 'round we go Roll this joint, going to get down low Start my starter, going to stop the show Yeah, oh yeah! From San Jose down to Santa Fe Kiss me quick, baby, won'tcha make my day Down to New Orleans with the Dixie Dean Across to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too Some brand new steps and some weight to lose Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low 'Round and 'round and 'round we'll go Ying yang, you're my thing Oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing Flip Flop, fit to drop Come on baby, won't you let it rock? Mister President, Mister Immigration Man Let me in, sweetie, to your fair land I'm Tampa bound and Memphis too Short Fat Fanny is on the loose Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too Some brand new steps and some weight to lose Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low 'Round and 'round and 'round we'll go Wham, bam, Birmingham Alabama don't give a damn Little Rock fit to drop Ah, let it rock Oh yeah Ah yo! Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low

I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day I am the little red rooster Too lazy to crow for day Keep everything in the farm yard Upset in every way The dogs begin to bark And hounds begin to howl The dogs begin to bark And hounds begin to howl Watch out now people Little red rooster is on the prowl 'Cause in the prowl is a chicken If anybody see my little red rooster Please, drive him home If anybody see my little red rooster Please, drive him home Ain't had no peace in the farm yard Since my little red rooster's been gone Yeah, yeah, yeah, let it roll

Prince or pauper, beggar man or thing Play the game with every flower you bring Dandelion don't tell no lies Dandelion will make you wise Tell me if she laughs or cries Blow away, dandelion One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock, five Dandelions don't care about the time Dandelion don't tell no lies Dandelion will make you wise Tell me if she laughs or cries Blow away dandelion, blow away dandelion Though you're older, now it's just the same You can play this dandelion game When you're finished with your child-like prayers Well, you know you should wear it Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor's lives Rich man, poor man, beautiful daughters, wives Dandelion don't tell no lies Dandelion will make you wise Tell me if she laughs or cries Blow away dandelion, blow away dandelion Little girls and boys, come out to play, yes Bring your dandelions to blow away Dandelion don't tell no lies Dandelion will make you wise Tell me if she laughs or cries Blow away dandelion, blow away dandelion Blow away dandelion Blow away dandelion Blow away dandelion

When the wind blows and the rain feels cold With a head full of snow, with a head full of snow In the window, there's a face you know Don't the nights pass slow, don't the nights pass slow The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind Just another mad, mad day on the road I am just living to be lying by your side But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes Gonna warm my bones, gonna warm my bones I got silence on my radio Let the air waves flow, let the air waves flow Oh, I'm sleeping under strange, strange skies Just another mad, mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah I'm hiding, sister, and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding, baby, and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down your moonlight mile Let it go now, come on up, babe Yeah, let it go now Yeah, flow now, baby Yeah, home now, yeah Yeah, I'm coming home 'Cause I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road Down the road, down the road, yeah Yeah-yeah-yeah, baby

Smoke in the air, longnecks on ice Some girls out on the dance floor 'bout to make a grown man cry 20 dollar bill, jukebox on the wall I hope this bar likes loose guitars, 'cause I'm about to play 'em all, yeah Hey, hey, na, na I love to dance with honky-tonk women Hey, hey, na, na I love the taste of the suds I'm sipping Start me up on a green bottle buzz Talk about killing two birds at once Drinking beer, singing songs Rolling rock, rolling stones Every record I play, every top I twist It ain't 1969, but it sure feels like it is Long as they're burnin' this nеon sing I'll be holdin' this beer high Hey, hey, na, na I lovе to dance with honky-tonk women Hey, hey, na, na I love the taste of the suds I'm sipping Start me up on a green bottle buzz Talk about killing two birds at once Drinking beer, singing songs Rolling rock, rolling stones Wish this bar didn't close at one But you can't always get what you want Hey, hey, na, na I love to dance with honky-tonk women Hey, hey, na, na I love the taste of the suds I'm sipping Start me up on a green bottle buzz Talk about killing two birds at once Drinking beer, singing songs Rolling rock, rolling stones Aw, yeah Drink beer, singing songs (Hey, hey, na, na) Rolling rock, rolling stones (Hey, hey, na, na)