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    Old Thirty

    By Bill Fries & Chip Davis

    She was mud and sand and concrete
    Mixed with water made of tears
    From the rivers runnin' down the great divide
    She was three thousand miles
    Of rockin' rollin' highway
    A million memories long and two lanes wide

    Far across the wide Missouri
    To the old Wyoming line
    From the Jersey shore to San Francisco Bay
    She was know to all the truckers
    As the mighty Lincoln Highway
    But to me she's still Old Thirty all the way

    Now the interstate goes sreamin'
    Through the backyard of her life
    But it just don't send those shivers down my spine
    So before I take that exit
    To the highway in the sky
    I'm gonna take Old Thirty one more time

    She was radiators boilin'
    In the burnin' summer sun
    And a blizzard blowin' wild across the plains
    She was tumbleweeds a rollin'
    In the gentle winds of Fall
    And the lights of old Grand Island in the rain

    She was mud and sand and concrete
    Mixed with water made of tears
    From the rivers runnin' down the great divide
    She was three thousand miles
    Of rockin' rollin' highway
    A million memories long and two lanes wide

    Now the interstate goes sreamin'
    Through the backyard of her life
    But it just don't send those shivers down my spine
    So before I take that exit
    To the highway in the sky
    I'm gonna take Old Thirty one more time

    One more time...

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