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  Driving 150 across this great, grand, land from San Francisco to Washington DC.

   a trip that is certainly not bland.

  

      Yes, this is what can happen.  

      The country is flying by.

      Oh, you can't caught get mappin,

      Oh, you can't get caught nappin,

      Cruising for a bruising in the USA.



      Oh, you can't get caught snoozin.

      Oh, you can't get caught sleeping.

      Oh. you can't get caught peeping out

      When you're crusin all out,

      Cruisin for a bruisin in the USA.

  

  The California lights are big and bright, but quickly,

  they are out of sight.

  The start is Golden Gate Park, and I don't want to be late.

  San Francisco city streets really pretty neat.

  US 101 is really fun, but I do need to watch for a mess.

    

I see many different things.  

The Golden Gate Bridge and the San Francisco streets are neat. The Redwood Forest trees really do please.  

Beverly Hills is a thrill and the LA freeway is more than OK.  

Death Valley is not dead.

In Arizona, the Grand Canyon and a long freight train make the state more than plain, great.  

Mt. Rushmore is certainly not a bore or a snore.

  

I see the corn fields stretching out before me as far as the eye can see in Iowa and Indiana.

I drive through the Gatway Arch in St Louis.

I approach Chicago from the south through industrial areas.

I enter the city.  I drive under the EL and through

the tunnels just like the Blues Brothers did.

   I drive past the waterfalls, over the hills, avoiding the spills, under the bridges, seeing the thrills of Applachia.

   I drive through Washington DC.  The Capital.

  

   Then, I got to spend a night at the White House.

   I had dinner the President and then

   the President gave me a tour of

   the White House.