Old 30 – C.W. McCall – letras

(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)She was mud and sand and concreteMixed with water made a’ tearsFrom the rivers runnin’ down the Great DivideShe was three thousand milesOf rockin’, rollin’ highwayA million mem’ries long and two lanes wideFar across the wide MissouriTo the ol’ Wyomin’ lineFrom the Jersey shore to San Francisco BayShe was known to all the truckersAs the mighty Lincoln HighwayBut to me, she’s still Old 30 all the wayNow the Interstate goes screamin’ through the backyard of her lifeBut it just don’t send those shivers down my spineSo before I take that exitTo the Highway In The SkyI’m gonna take Old 30 one more timeShe was radiators boilin’In the burnin’ summer sunAnd a blizzard blowin’ wild across the plainsShe was tumbleweeds a-rollin’In the gentle winds of FallAnd the lights of old Grand Island in the rainShe was mud and sand and concreteMixed with water made a’ tearsFrom the rivers runnin’ down the Great DivideShe was three thousand milesOf rockin’, rollin’ highwayA million mem’ries long and two lanes wideNow the Interstate goes screamin’ through the backyard of her lifeBut it just don’t send those shivers down my spineSo before I take that exitTo the Highway In The SkyI’m gonna take Old 30 one more timeOne more time