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Jack Kerouac went out on the road
Rushed down a side street
Thought his head would explode
Hitched a ride across America
Stood happy in the rain with his thumb out
Thought he knew what it was all about
But he got shut out
Don't tell me now
Because it's going to start
Life and only living or at least a part
Heroin in your eyes, sparkle like china
In the goddess between two thighs I'm a
Renegade born-again boozer
A beautiful loser
The road less travelled
Beside a wood
Paper mâché people, not understood
Nothing more to save, it's all no good
A wacked-out subterranean mood
Black on black
He was a colorful dude
Jack Kerouac went on down south
Met up with Cassady
That's where they flipped out
Saucy Senorita with the eyes in flame
Tell me, do I get to hear
The sound of your name
Or is it all just the same?
Ramble on, sweet travelling song
Where the trout stream breaks
And the hills are strong
The old bums have returned, they were dead and gone
My hobo father pray for me
I have no name to say
And nothing to be
Trapped in the fog, running short on supply
Zen koan cactus, the papers all lie
The dharma bum hid buried deep in the snow
Mountain reside, all forest below
Nobody can find me now except myself
I'm the richest man in the world
With no wealth
Jack Kerouac set out on the road
Five years older, a lot of hurt to unload
Woman so beautiful your big heart ached
Her big eyes, cigarette broke voice
Didn't want to go but you had no choice
Told her you would be like James Joyce
Expatriot muse, born on random shoes
Paper bag mercies with the Tokay blues
Waiting for a ride, but nowhere to
The classic disguise, but no peace abides
No one who took your side
Too tangled up in blue to hide
A rolling stone long before Dylan
Ragged and ruin on the road to being
Silent appeasment when she was willing
But before success, this feeling
Nothing goes right, there was no returning
No more fight, this endless yearning
Jack Keruac got lost on the road
He was a sinner without hurting a soul
The price of redemption was dimestore cheap
But the papers just say, read 'em and weep
Like Charley Parker
This one played 'em for keeps
Jack Kerouac went out on the road
Jack Kerouac went out on the road
A spangled, feathered serpent hanging down
Bit its own tail, went spinning around
And a round and around and around
Jack Kerouac went out on the road
Jack Kerouac went out on the road