Sixty Six & gone

FADED GLORY × RED HOT NICKEL BALLS— "Sixty-Six & Gone" (Style: warm analog bass-driven funk rock, slapped low end, wiry clean guitar with wah, loose live drum feel, double-tracked vocals on chorus, harmonica break mid-song, dusty desert atmosphere) [Verse 1] Windows down, Barstow at my back Skin burned red from the asphalt and the crack Rolled a fat one somewhere past Amarillo Smoke curled up like a prayer to the billow Passing towns that the map forgot to name Every mile marker looks exactly the same [Pre-Chorus] My hands are loose, the wheel is mine Crossing state lines, losing track of time [Chorus] Sixty-six and gone, baby Chasing nothing all the way to the sun Sixty-six and gone, lady When I land I won't remember where I'm from [Verse 2] Stopped at a diner run by a woman named Jo She looked right through me, I had nowhere to go Hash browns and coffee, the jukebox on low Some dead man singing 'bout a river below Lit another one out in the gravel lot Felt the whole country in a single thought [Pre-Chorus] My hands are loose, the wheel is mine Crossing state lines, losing track of time [Chorus] Sixty-six and gone, baby Chasing nothing all the way to the sun Sixty-six and gone, lady When I land I won't remember where I'm from [Bridge] [harmonica solo — loose, bent, road-worn] Oklahoma fading in the mirror glass New Mexico coming on fast I don't need to know where I'll sleep tonight Just the painted line and the fading light [Guitar Solo] [wiry wah-drenched Frusciante-style, melodic, unhurried] [Chorus] Sixty-six and gone, baby Chasing nothing all the way to the sun Sixty-six and gone, lady When I land I won't remember where I'm from [Outro — slow down, half-time feel] Desert night wrapped around my bones Smoke in my lungs and a long way from home Sixty-six just keeps on going And I keep on not knowing And I keep on not knowing