The Devil’s Road It Was

Highway Six Sixty-Six, the Devil’s road it was,

First time that I took it was mostly just because.

Windin’ up from Clifton, Morenci mine you pass,

You can say farewell to cities, towns and gas.

As you crack the throttle, hangin’ on the bars,

Surely to be thankful there ain’t a lot of cars.

Leanin’ in the wind, the twisties never end,

Climbin’ to the top, what’s beyond the bend?

The desert will retreat, the chaparral is neat,

Feel the air get cooler, piney smell so sweet.

the gear you need is second, you ain’t goin’ very fast,

Leanin’ in a turn, you’ll be seein’ what you passed.

Ride up to the heavens, the Devil ain’t in sight,

Knees and elbows shiftin’, first the left and then the right.

There’s endless blue vistas for as far as you can see,

Could this be the place the Devil sets you free?

Up above the clouds, the grey wolf surely knows,

This is where you go to forget about your woes.

A meadow full of Camas, bloomin’ soft and blue,

Where the elk will bugle for his love so true.

You finally hit the spot where the Aspens quake,

This route is the best that anyone can take.

The tall pines whisper softly waftin’ in the wind,

It’s like you never strayed, like you never sinned.

If the Devil’s road should take you to Heaven’s pearly gate,

Maybe just remember, the One who wipes y’er slate.

LDT Apr 2, ‘21

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