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Hit the Road You found it! My attempt at a road geek anthem, this is the first song to mention both Interstate 238 and Bud Shuster. I was bitten by the road bug while in elementary school. I've tried to capture some of that feeling here.

If your system can play a MIDI file (try it!) here's music for two verses and two "hit the ro-oad" choruses. (I kept the file small; just imagine it repeating.) The vocal is played by trumpets on track 2; if you mute that, you can sing karaoke.

If you can't do MIDI, you can at least strum the chords and make up your own melody. It's 4/4, 144 BPM, 2 bars per lyric line. Chords are followed by number of beats.

Verse chords: B (12), F# (4), B (4), E7 (4), B (2), F# (2), B (4). Yeh, sounds like every other 3-chord moron song you've heard since Green Day came out.

Chorus chords: F# (4), E (4), C#m (2), C#m9 (2), F#sus4 (2), F# (2), B9 (1), B (1), E (2 counts), A (1), Em (1), C (1), D (1), Em (1), F#m (1), G (1), A (1), B (4). Well, now that's a little more interesting.

Leavin' town on Highway 113, 13
Leavin' town on Highway 113
My atlas folded down
Gonna check off roads and towns
'til there don't exist a place I haven't seen

Hit the road, hit the road
The one to heav'n is ten lanes wide
Expand your mind As the land unwinds
before you when you hit the road

Some road geeks get heartburn from I-238
The number breaks the rules and it grates
There's poverty and crime
Overcrowding and disease
But if only they would fix that damn number

Hit the road, hit the road
The one to heav'n is ten lanes wide
Expand your mind As the land unwinds
before you when you hit the road

Bud Shuster siphons highway pork his way, his way
You're subsidizing central Pee-Ay
The Altoids don't deserve
The Christmas gift they're served
I-99, the Shuster Freeway

Hit the road, hit the road
99 grows like a weed
You can tear it down, Keep the funds in town
And teach the adults how to read

Hartford had big plans for I-491,
284 and 189
The greenies and the NIMBYs
Joined together arm in arm
And none of those roads got built

Hate the road, hate the road
They love traffic jams and trees
If you close your eyes and count to five
Maybe all the cars and trucks will go away

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