| Ooo-ooo on a blacktop train
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| They’re rolling like the thunder in a midwest rain
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| Ooo-ooo on a blacktop train, every revolution
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| Rides the wheels of change
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| They poured blacktop two-lane right through the cornfields
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| Laid a stripe right across my back
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| The wheels came spinning with the wide-eyed crusaders
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| Out on a quest for the trail of jack kerouac
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| Silos, scarecrows, american machine
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| Rev up your engines you’re as fast as a train
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| Oh my lord, look how the weather has changed
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| Cyclones, dust storms, blacktop trains
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| Cyclones, dust storms, blacktop trains
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| They’re gonna write a new song they blow on by
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| Start a revolution and blow on by
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| It ain’t ever gonna be the same
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| They come east coast, west coast, chryslers and oldsmobiles
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| Smoke rolling, chrome on the plains
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| Musicians pull over looking over their shoulders
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| At hank williams, buddy holly lighting the flame
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| Motels, oilwells, truckstop, marines
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| Going to california with their pin-up dreams
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| Roll down your window, brother, shout out my name
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| You’re on route 66, on a blacktop train
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| Route 66, on a blacktop train |