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