I remember to this day,
The bright red georgia clay,
How it stuck to the tires after the summer rain . . .
Will-power made that ol' car go,
A woman's mind told me that it's so,
Oh! how i wish we were back on the road again . . .
Me an' you an' a dog named boo,
Travelin' and livin' off the land . . .
Me an' you an' a dog named boo,
How i loved bein' a free man . . .
I can still recall,
The wheat fields of st. paul,
And the mornin' we got caught robbin' from an old hen . . .
Old macdonald, he made us work,
But then he paid us for what it was worth,
Another tank of gas an' back on the road again . . .
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Well, i'll never forget that day,
We motored stately into big l.a.
The lights of the city put settling-down in my brain . . .
Though it's only a month or so,
That ol' car is a buggin' us to go,
You gotta get away,
Get back on the road again . . .
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