The Old Bridge
There stands an old bridge just west of town
now the iron is all rusted and worn and brown
People traveling will always get their kicks
when crossing that bridge on old route 66
People in Bethany love that bridge still
and just driving over it is still a great thrill
Visit Bethany and then drive west of town
pass that old bridge and then turn around
Then look for a while and just get your kicks
and drive across that old bridge on route 66
Copyright © Oma Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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