Mister . . . you may . . . have travelled near
or far,
But you haven't seen the country,
'Till you've seen the country
by car!
Mister . . . may I . . . recommend a royal
route?
It starts in Illinois, let me tell you boy!
If you ever plan to
motor west,
Travel my way, take the highway, that's the best!
Get your
kicks . . . on Route 66!
It winds from Chicago to L.A.,
More than
two thousand miles all the way!
Get your kicks . . . on Route 66!
Now, you go through St. Louis, Joplin,
Missouri,
And Oklahoma City is a mighty purdy!
You'll see Amarillo, Gallup,
New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow,
San Bernardino!
Won't you get hip to this timely tip,
When
you make that California trip?
Get your kicks . . . on Route 66!
Springfield, Illinois . . . Springfield,
Missouri too!
Seven states, count 'em, seven,
Spread out in front of
you!
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You'll like the aroma, of Tulsa, Oklahoma,
Albuquerque and Tucumcari, make New Mexico extraordinary!
You'll wanna
own a piece of Arizona,
Needles, Essex, Amboy, Azusa,
No one in sunny Cal is a loser . . .
So . . . get hip to this timely tip,
When you make that California trip!
If any Joe . . . tells you to go . .
. some other way,
Say nix!
Get your kicks . . . on Route 66!
Words and Music by
Bobby Troup,
1946
E.H. Morris & Co., Inc. ASCAP
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