1. I remember to this day the bright red Georgia clay,
How it stuck to the tires after the summer rain.
Will power made that old car go; a woman`s mind told me that it`s so.
Oh, how I wish we were back on the road again.
chorus:
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 bein` a free man.
2. I can still recall the wheat fields of Saint Paul,
And the mornin` we got caught robbin` from an old hen.
Old MacDonald made us work, but then he paid us for what it was worth,
Another tank of gas and back on the road again.
I`ll never forget that day we motored stately into 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 buggin` us to go.
You gotta get away and get back on the road again.