Take Route 50 off of Route 49
Hang a left at the head of the river
You tunnel through the woods where they turn pitch black
Let the fog roll over the window
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 living soul around
On Route 666
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 who drove off the road
Into a ditch and his truck went down
They searched that swamp and pulled out his truck
But my good buddy was never found
C’mon baby don’t let me down
Way out here in the sticks
Get me over to the interstate
Off of Route 666
There’s a house in the woods way back on a lane
Where they’re practicing some kind of voodoo
The kids they run around with no clothes on
And they’re little eyes look right through you
Now my foots to the metal and I see the big E
Shining red on the dashboard light
I ain’t talked to god in thousand years
But I’m saying this prayer tonight
C’mon baby don’t let me down
Way out here in the sticks
I’d thank heaven for a Seven-Eleven
Out on Route 666
Written by Robert Hazard - © 2004 ASCAP