I’m gettin’ my kicks on Route 66.
Standin’ on the corner in Winslow, Arizona,
I’ve got one woman on my mind.
(She says she’s a friend of mine.)
I was a little too late to see the Petrified Forest National Park today, so I decided to check out Winslow.
This place appears to be a modern day ghost town.
I don’t know how it survives.
But then again, I could say the same about most of the towns I’ve passed in the last few days driving through the southwest.