Route 666 Robert Hazard

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