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 © | Year Posted 2007

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