Lyrics: Ketch Secor
Music: Ketch Secor
Driving down the Lincoln Highway
Driving down the Lincoln Highway
Going to California just as sure as you’re born
In a T Model Ford Jalopy
And I love it when the wheels go winding
Cross America when we go riding
Take it from ‘ol Honest Abe
Baby roll my way
Driving down the Lincoln Highway
Call me Abraham the big man stovepipe
Penguin, king of the old cornfield
I’m the great emancipator
Of man’s accelerator
When I get up there behind the wheel
So I’m leaving Lackawanna
Gone to California
With my baby in the shotgun seat
I know what you’re thinking
My name is Lincoln
Must’ve named the road after me
Driving down the Lincoln Highway
Driving down the Lincoln Highway
Going to California just as sure as you’re born
In a T Model Ford Jalopy
And I love it when the wheels go winding
Cross America when we go riding
Take it from ‘ol Honest Abe
Baby roll my way
Driving down the Lincoln Highway
Cincinatti Indiana
Westbound drop the hammer
Cross the Mississippi River bridge
Ill Mo let’s go sayonara Cairo
Sailing on a half-ton of lead
Fix a flat hold that wheel now honey
Roll down the window and ride
All across the nation on a big vacation
Watch my big beard fly
Howdy do Omaha
Platte River Scott’s Bluff
Love to watch your wheat fields grow
Rest stop Cheyenne
Hugging and some kissing
And it’s honey let’s get back on the road
Rocky Mountain mudslide
Sagebrush thrill ride
California fortune and fame
I say four score and seven
I feel like I’m in heaven
On the highway that bears my name
Driving down the Lincoln Highway
Driving down the Lincoln Highway
Going to California just as sure as you’re born
In a T Model Ford Jalopy
And I love it when the wheels go winding
Cross America when we go riding
Take it from ‘ol Honest Abe
Baby roll my way
Driving down the Lincoln Highway
Take it from ‘ol Honest Abe
Baby roll my way
Driving down the Lincoln Highway