Mothers, I want you to get all
of your teenagers together
and gather them around the radio.
I want to tell you a little story.
There was a girl that left a good home
to go out on her own.
She wanted to see the world, yes,
and have a lot of fun.
But she didn't know right then, yeah,
that she would meet a man,
a man called King Heroin
Now her mother, she cried,
and walked right by her side
Said, honey, please don't go,
please don't go, honey
But in her fullest pride,
she pushed her mother aside
She said, Mother, I'm old enough to know
Now let me talk to you a little bit
It was at a midnight ramble
She met a man called King Heroin
He whispered in her ear
In smooth tones so low
Now listen to him
In his deadly charm
Sayin' give me your arm,
let me take you higher
than you've ever been before
Let me show you where
they went from there
Oh, to New York, and to, yeah,
the boardwalk
To the south side of Chicago,
and many a southern town
She made California and Flagstaff,
Arizon a
Never thought of going back home
Now let me talk to you a little bit more
Now the news reached down in Reno
To come on home at once
But home your darling mother
is laying there dying.
You know what young folks,
she could go right there, ah yeah,
she had to pay a man,
a man called King Heroin,
one more thing I want to tell you
She left Reno, Nevada, yeah
Tryin' to form a ride
No one helped her
They just pushed her aside
But she wasn't through just yet
She had one final debt
Oh, to a man called King Heroin
Now this is about the end of it, listen
On Route 66
A cold body lies
No one knows her name
Oh yeah
But I know found energy
Geez, though tragic it may seem
Rhythm of me,
I'm comin' home