I’ve looked at many barns
As I’ve driven all around
Barns have wonderful stories
As they perch on fertile ground
But red is the color I love
With a brilliance and a glow
Oh yes, they call out to me
And I truly love them so
And right along Route 66
There’s a barn that I admire
I could look at it forever
It’s a sight I will never tire
For not only is this barn red
But it also is perfect round
When we first laid eyes on it
You could not hear a single sound
I know you would love as well
To see a barn such as this
Head for Arcadia now, folks
It’s right along Route 66!
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