she whispers
"please remember me
when I am gone from here"
she whispers
"please remember me
but not with tears...
Remember I was always true
remember that I always tried
remember I loved only you
remember me and smile...
For it's better to forget
than to remember me
and cry"

"remember I was always true
remember that I always tried
remember I loved only you
remember me and smile...
For it's better to forget
than to remember me
and cry... "If you ever plan to motor west,
travel my way, take the highway that is best.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

It winds from Chicago to LA,
more than two thousand miles all the way.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

Now you go through Saint Looey
Joplin, Missouri,
and Oklahoma City is mighty pretty.
You see Amarillo,
Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona.
Don't forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino.

Won't you get hip to this timely tip:
when you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

solo

Won't you get hip to this timely tip:
when you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.
Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.

I'm gonna get me a bone today
Under the big blue sky
Under the tree where my last love laid,
Now where beneath the leaves she lies
I'm gonna dig a deep hole,
Crack open this bone,
See where all the wonder went,
See where now it's all gone

Look at the light, it's full of stars
What's really happening? Something wonderful
It's not as bad as I was told,
To lose all that was loved
It's the demons who drag you down
But the angels pull you up...

Don't let the colors bring you down,
They'll get much brighter one day
You know all things must come around if you leave them in their sway
I'm gonna save it all in these photographs
Keep something here for me
When I'm dead and gone I'll have the last laugh
At what's left here to seeOh it seems like somethin' tells me
I've been here before
And it don't feel right
I won't be you leper anymore
How many fingers do you see?
Now tell me, can you see the real me?

How many bodies can there be?
Like Bobby DeNiro on the big bad screen
He sure can play that role!

Stoned in the temple of madness with you
Stoned in the sadness
You don't have a clue

How's your private life?
How come you don't hang around no more
You're so serious
You can't tell the doorway from the floor

What do you need to cure your ill?
Now tell me, can you see the real me?
How do you swallow your pill?
You're psychomatic on a westside jones
Where did you get that face?

Stoned in the temple
I'm gonna fix
Stoned in the blue room
I'm gonna fix
Stoned in the darkness
I'm gonna fix
Stoned in the big house