At age nineteen I read Jack Kerouac's On The Road, and soon thereafter dropped out of Michigan State University and hitchhiked some 30,000 miles around North America.
Mr. Bones and my man Mr. Willie
Cruisin' on our way
Ramblin' 'round in the Zamboni
'Til we reached San Francisco Bay
Tuesday after rush hour
From the Motor City hit the trail
Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty
Searching for the Holy Grail
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Willie says to me:
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Let's fly, Mr. Bones
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Moon's up–who's gonna howl?
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Gas up, crank the tunes
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Time's wastin'
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The moment is NOW!
Rappin' on for hours 'bout nuthin'
Singin' songs without a tune
Campin' out underneath the stars
Or stayin' with friends of Ken the Fool
Zig-zaggin' the highways and the byways
Wherever we found a friend
Hangin' 'round 'til we heard coyote cryin'
Then back on the road again
From Madison to blues in Kansas City
With our tour guide Hobo John
A skinny dip in the quakin' of the aspens
Tryin' just to Be Here Now
To Golden Gate clownin' at the wharf
Then out for fried ice cream
A little stop at Mr. Ferlinghetti's
And back on the road again
