A biographical folk song from the early 1980s about the Beat Generation of the late 1940s and 1950s (chorus) Kerouac and Cassady Loved the road, tried to be free Kerouac and Cassady Escaped the claws of McCarthy. (verses) Kerouac walked through the cold town of Lowell His mother wished him to succeed He came to New York, fell into a scene And started to write and to write endlessly. Cassady lived for the moment intense Madly he drove in from Denver Their own little world of excitement Created with the help of their friends. (chorus) Outside all the cold organizations Away from the meaningless mold Instead they slept late and partied, got stoned And searched for the love and the bold. Cassady lived it out, while Kerouac wrote it down The new song of the open road Out to the Coast and back east again With women to love at each end. (chorus) They fell for each other, while living unknown And whiskey helped ease Jack's pain And long overdue fame struck Kerouac And he knew not what more he should say. Their lives fell apart and Neal was framed up And Kerouac lost himself in his booze He moved to the right to protect his new wealth And his Beat friends all moved out of sight. (chorus) A lonely old man right at the end With nothing new to write or to love His myth and his legend are revived again By people whose spirits are eternally young.(chorus)