Get your kicks on Route sixty six Well goes from St. Louie down to Missouri You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino Would you you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California

I'm so gone (just you) All I do is walk alone (just me) I can make it on my own (just me) I'm a do my thing I'm a do, I'm a do, I'm a do my thing I was born at the end of december Not afraid that the cold of the winter Would keep me inside, hey Ever

You You the boss You, you, you you the boss, yeah Cause you you the boss I'll do anything that you you say, anything You You the boss (uh) You, you, you you the boss, yeah (uh) You You the boss (boss) You, you, you you the boss (boss)

But I blew it without even tryin' Since you've been gone it's hard to carry on I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon But to settle down and write you you a line I've been meaning to phone you you but from Minnesota Hell it's been a very long time You You wear it

Legalize marijuana Down here in in Jamaica I'm another Bush Doctor Warning! The Surgeon General warns Cigarette smoking is dangerous, dangerous Hazard to your health Does that mean anything to you you To legalize marijuana Right here in in Jamaica

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

In a dream yeah, thinking bout codeine yeah Chop it like I'm in in the matrix (Ay) Balmain pocket extra cake (Ay) Have you you ever made a million dollars with your talent (Have you) Have you you ever fucked a bitch ass so fat lose your balance (Have you) All these

When you you said it was over You You shot right through my heart Why you you let these hoes tear what we had right apart Ooh, I was so mad I could've seen this coming right from the start You You should beware, beware, beware of a women with a broken heart Baby, last

Can I get a witness? Ain't it funky now? Can I get some help? Build it up a little higher Can I scream, brother? Girl, let me tell you you what you you got to do Walk away and twist your hip, make sure you you keep him weak

Just sing little darling, sing with me I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too No, I'm not asking much of you you Oh the bitter winds are coming in in And I'm already missing the summer Stockholm's cold but I've been