81 Blues Run

Thirty days out of Saigon and the dust hasn't cleared We bought

a stripped-down Camaro that the locals all feared Three ex-infantry brothers with

nothing to lose Except the jungle-fever nightmare and the military blues We

hit the Texas border at a hundred and five Just screaming at

the sky to feel alive

And we are burning up the pavement on Route 66 We got

a trunk full of trouble and a habit to fix From Shamrock

to Glenrio, hear the V8 scream Three rock 'n' roll soldiers chasing

an open road dream Yeah the thunder in the distance is a

beautiful sound On a 1970s highway bound (alright!)

Miller’s in the backseat with a bottle of rye

Leaning out the window watching telephone poles fly Cassidy is laughing,

kicking down on the gas

Blowing past the hitchhikers,

burning up the grass We don't need a radar,

we don't need a plan Just a full tank of premium and

a rock 'n' roll band And we are burning up the pavement

on Route 66 We got a trunk full of trouble and a

habit to fix From Shamrock to Glenrio,

hear the V8 scream Three rock 'n' roll soldiers chasing an open

road dream Yeah the thunder in the distance is a beautiful sound

On a 1970s highway bound (yeah!)

We pulled into Midpoint as the sun started to bleed A desert

diner sanctuary is exactly what we need We got grease on our

leather and smoke in our eyes But the phantom of the battlefield

finally dies The highway is our freedom and the engine is our

soul We traded in our rifles for a little rock 'n' roll

And we are burning up the pavement on Route 66 We got

a trunk full of trouble and a habit to fix From Shamrock

to Glenrio, hear the V8 scream Three rock 'n' roll soldiers chasing

an open road dream Yeah the thunder in the distance is a

beautiful sound On a 1970s highway bound (highway

bound!)