Ticonderoga

Put on that pretty dress girl, slip on your traveling shoes,
We're gonna blow this tow, shake off these one-horse blues
There's a road that goes west, there's a road that goes east
There's a highway going to New York City
And one down to New Orleans

I got a full tank in the Firebird
I got a bucket full of dreams
We'll get in the last word
And break this stale routine
But if ever you get weary
We can roll right back around
and hit Ticonderoga long enough to write it down

Roll down the window and turn up the radio
Let the beat of sweet freedom shake you like highway tremolo
There's a road to the mountains, there's a highway to the sea
There's a road out to California
And one down to Tennessee

I got a full tank in the Firebird
I got a bucket full of dreams
We'll get in the last word
And break this stale routine
But if ever you get weary
We can roll right back around
and hit Ticonderoga long enough to write it down

This town has nothing left to sell us
so put that chapter on the shelf
The highway has a thousand tales to tell us
girl, this book ain't gonna write itself

I got a full tank in the Firebird
I got a bucket full of dreams
We'll get in the last word
And break this stale routine
But if ever you get weary
We can roll right back around
and hit Ticonderoga long enough to write it down