Cold Chisel - On The Road lyrics

Walker Long ago in college days You could measure my hand By the style of my play Hitchhiking home when the dollars ran low I had little to do and nothing to say Then the road was grafted like a mistletoe To my skin and my bones I just had to go Then everyday and every time I stayed My feet were burnin' You just got to know It's a never ending show Packup my toothbrush, I just got to go As we slaved out west On the cotton chipping For the money we got I knew we were slipping But later speeding down the Puttee Road Our heads were high And our hearts were skipping And we drove all day down Wallacia way For three long days of music and friends And we all got stoned on jungle juice and ladies When the last note died We hit the road again And oh Well I guess its never quite the same again Somebody moves his money in Saturday night and Tony and me Packed an airline bag and headed down to the sea The Duke was howlin' down in Sydney town And when the Duke's around There's just one place to be And the rain came down In Pitt Street in the morning The air was alive with little wings We slept in the car till the dawning And we broke our fast like vagabond kings And oh Well I guess its never quite the same again Somebody moves his money in Well time goes on And you ain't any younger Your belly gets fat But you still got the hunger Your friend's get married Your hair gets thin You want to leave it all behind And scream I'm on the road again I'm on the road again I'm on the road again I'm on the road again I'm on the road again....