You take route fifty off of route forty-nine
Hang a left at the head of the river
You tunnel through the woods where they turn pitch black
Let the fog roll over your windows

Now the eyes in your headlights
They might be a deer
Or some howling thing running the road
You know, somebody could die out here
And nobody would ever know

C'mon baby, don't let me down
Way out here in the sticks
There ain't another soul around
On Route Six Sixty Six

They tell stories about demons that fly through the night
On black wings just like eagles

They say there's men that do things down here
That ain't exactly legal

Now I had a buddy and he drove off the road
Into a ditch and his truck went down
They searched the swamp and towed out his truck
But my good buddy was never found

C'mon baby, don't let me down
Way out here in the sticks
Get me over to that interstate
Off of Route Six Sixty Six

Took a ride in the old Camaro
Bald tire on the right front side
Should have stuck to the straight and narrow
Instead of going on this hell-bent ride

There's a house on the lake way back in the woods
Where they're practicing some kind of voodoo
The kids run around with no clothes on
And their little eyes look right through you
Now my foot's to the metal
But I see the big E shining red on the dashboard light
I ain't talked to God for a hundred years
But I'm sayin' this prayer tonight

C'mon baby, don't let me down
Way out here in the sticks
I thank heaven for a Seven-Eleven
On Route Six Sixty Six

C'mon baby, don't let me down
Way out here in the sticks
Not another livin' soul around
On Route Six Sixty Six

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