Album: other songs

On The Road Again

I woke up this mornin´, looked around my four walls
And a dream told me you ain´t happy at all
I packed up my bags, I took my last look and then
Look out, pretty mom, I´m on the road again

I´m on the road again
(Just as sure as you´re born)
I´m on the road again
(Just as sure as you´re born)
Look out, pretty mom, I´m on the road again

I ran home last night to get my dinner hot
I pulled on my door and found the door was locked
I jumped through the window and believe it or not
She had not even put my dinner in the pot

I´ve never been evil and I´ve never been sly
But if I sit some place and let the time roll by
I start to get restless, pack my bags up and then
Look out pretty mom, I´m on the road again