Song Lyrics

Low flyin’ clouds on the horizon.
Dust storm comin’, see the white lightning.
Find a cool little diner. Try a blue plate special.
Pour on the hot sauce,
Til’ it was hotter than the devil,
Til’ it was hotter than the devil.

(Chorus)
Route 66 was the only way to go.
Jump in your Pontiac, wind at your back,
hang out with Kerouac and hit the road Jack.
Why don’t you hit the road?
Route 66 was the only way to go.

You got a set of wheels, high gloss shine.
Now you are baptized in a blaze of neon light.
The birth of the cool, a little Texas swing.
Now the beat generation was happening.
(Repeat Chorus)

It could be a real adventure.
It could change you life forever.

Jump in your Pontiac, wind at your back.
Now hit the road Jack, don’t you come back
no more, no more, no more, no more.
Route 66 was the only way to go.

Christine Rosander vocals, keyboards
Jane Getz piano
Bob Tucker bass, guitars
Chris Blondel drums
Cassio Duarte percussion

© Janiac Music (BMI)