Old 30

<br>(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)<br><br>She was mud and sand and concrete<br>Mixed with water made a` tears<br>From the rivers runnin` down the Great Divide<br>She was three thousand miles<br>Of rockin`, rollin` highway<br>A million mem`ries long and two lanes wide <br><br>Far across the wide Missouri<br>To the ol` Wyomin` line<br>From the Jersey shore to San Francisco Bay<br>She was known to all the truckers<br>As the mighty Lincoln Highway<br>But to me, she`s still Old 30 all the way <br><br>Now the Interstate goes screamin` through the backyard of her life<br>But it just don`t send those shivers down my spine<br>So before I take that exit <br>To the Highway In The Sky<br>I`m gonna take Old 30 one more time <br><br>She was radiators boilin`<br>In the burnin` summer sun<br>And a blizzard blowin` wild across the plains<br>She was tumbleweeds a-rollin`<br>In the gentle winds of Fall<br>And the lights of old Grand Island in the rain <br><br>She was mud and sand and concrete<br>Mixed with water made a` tears<br>From the rivers runnin` down the Great Divide<br>She was three thousand miles<br>Of rockin`, rollin` highway<br>A million mem`ries long and two lanes wide <br><br>Now the Interstate goes screamin` through the backyard of her life<br>But it just don`t send those shivers down my spine<br>So before I take that exit <br>To the Highway In The Sky<br>I`m gonna take Old 30 one more time <br><br>One more time