I remember to this day, the

bright red Georgia

clay

& how it stuck to the times after the summer

rain

Will

power made that old car goes, A woman's

mind told me that's

so

Oh how I wish we were

back, on the road a-

gain

x3

..

x3

Me, and

you and a

dog named Boo,

Travellin' and livin' off the

land

Me, and

you and a

dog named Boo, How I

love being a free

man

Now I can still recall the,

wheat fields of Saint

Paul

And the morning we got caught, robbin' from an old

hen

Old

McDonald he made us work

But then he

paid us for what it was

worth

Another tank of gas

,

back on the road a-

gain

x3

I'll never forget the day, we moved

sweely in to big

L.A.

The lights of the city put, settlin' down in my

brain

Though

it's only been a month or so, That old

car's bugging us to

go

We got to get away again

,

back on the road a-

gain

x3