Route 666 - Robert Hazard You take route fifty off of route forty-nine Hang a left at the head of the river You tunnel through the woods where they turn pitch black Let the fog roll over your windows Now the eyes in your headlights They might be a deer Or some howling thing running the road You know, somebody could die out here And nobody would ever know C'mon baby, don't let me down Way out here in the sticks There ain't another soul around On Route Six Sixty Six They tell stories about demons that fly through the night On black wings just like eagles They say there's men that do things down here That ain't exactly legal Now I had a buddy and he drove off the road Into a ditch and his truck went down They searched the swamp and towed out his truck But my good buddy was never found C'mon baby, don't let me down Way out here in the sticks Get me over to that interstate Off of Route Six Sixty Six Took a ride in the old Camaro Bald tire on the right front side Should have stuck to the straight and narrow Instead of going on this hell-bent ride There's a house on the lake way back in the woods Where they're practicing some kind of voodoo The kids run around with no clothes on And their little eyes look right through you Now my foot's to the metal But I see the big E shining red on the dashboard light I ain't talked to God for a hundred years But I'm sayin' this prayer tonight C'mon baby, don't let me down Way out here in the sticks I thank heaven for a Seven-Eleven On Route Six Sixty Six C'mon baby, don't let me down Way out here in the sticks Not another livin' soul around On Route Six Sixty Six
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