Jack Kerouac took old Highway 6
Traveled across the great divide
Wrote books and poems as he rambled
Confessions that he couldn't hide
Desolation angels dancing on the road
Like a subterranean jazz club that never had to close
Vanity and visions in a blues haiku
Left me howling the bohemian cowboy blues
Inspired a whole beat generation
To put their thumbs out in the wind
Took that long long road less traveled
Again and again
He told me about old angel midnight
As he was be boppin' across this land
He taught me about the dharma spirit
Down in the soul of a man
Traveled across the great divide
Wrote books and poems as he rambled
Confessions that he couldn't hide
Desolation angels dancing on the road
Like a subterranean jazz club that never had to close
Vanity and visions in a blues haiku
Left me howling the bohemian cowboy blues
Inspired a whole beat generation
To put their thumbs out in the wind
Took that long long road less traveled
Again and again
He told me about old angel midnight
As he was be boppin' across this land
He taught me about the dharma spirit
Down in the soul of a man