Well, I went out with that girl
Wanna know the reason why
That girl likes doing things on the sly
Sat down for dinner to be soft and hot
She never even put a stew bone in the pot
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born, he's been on the road again
He's on the road again, sure as you're born
Man comes 'round here, he's looking for his hat
Wants to know where your husband's at
I don't know, he's on his way to the pen
Come on, pretty mama, let's get on the road again
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born, he's been on the road again
He's on the road again, sure as you're born
Went to my house, the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window
But my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head
Big old rounder in my folding bed
Jumped into the window, broke the glass
Never seen that little rounder run so fast
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born, he's been on the road again
He's on the road again, sure as you're born
On the Road Again Video (MV)
Performed By: The Blue Dogs
Length: 4:47
Written by: DP, BRENT RICHARD MYDLAND, JEROME J. GARCIA, MICHAEL S. HART, PHILIP LESH, ROBERT HALL WEIR, WILLIAM KREUTZMANN
The Blue Dogs - On the Road Again Lyrics
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Well, I went out with that girl
Wanna know the reason why
That girl likes doing things on the sly
Sat down for dinner to be soft and hot
She never even put a stew bone in the pot
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born, he's been on the road again
He's on the road again, sure as you're born
Man comes 'round here, he's looking for his hat
Wants to know where your husband's at
I don't know, he's on his way to the pen
Come on, pretty mama, let's get on the road again
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born, he's been on the road again
He's on the road again, sure as you're born
Went to my house, the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window
But my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head
Big old rounder in my folding bed
Jumped into the window, broke the glass
Never seen that little rounder run so fast
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born, he's been on the road again
He's on the road again, sure as you're born
Wanna know the reason why
That girl likes doing things on the sly
Sat down for dinner to be soft and hot
She never even put a stew bone in the pot
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born, he's been on the road again
He's on the road again, sure as you're born
Man comes 'round here, he's looking for his hat
Wants to know where your husband's at
I don't know, he's on his way to the pen
Come on, pretty mama, let's get on the road again
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born, he's been on the road again
He's on the road again, sure as you're born
Went to my house, the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window
But my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head
Big old rounder in my folding bed
Jumped into the window, broke the glass
Never seen that little rounder run so fast
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born, he's been on the road again
He's on the road again, sure as you're born
Writer: DP, BRENT RICHARD MYDLAND, JEROME J. GARCIA, MICHAEL S. HART, PHILIP LESH, ROBERT HALL WEIR, WILLIAM KREUTZMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.