Old 30
Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
Performer(s): C.W. McCall



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...