1. I remember to this day the bright red Georgia clay, how it stuck to the tyres after the summer rain.

2. I can still recall the wheat-fields of Saint Paul, and the morning we got caught robbin' from an old hen.

1. Willpower made that old car go, a woman`s mind told me that's so,

2. Old MacDonald made us work, but then he paid us for what it was worth,

1. oh, how I wish we were back on the road again.

2. another tank of gas and back on the road again.

Me and you and a dog named Boo, travelling and a-living off the land.

Me and you and a dog named Boo, how I love bein' a free man.

3. I`ll never forget that day, we motored stately into big L.A. the lights of the city put settlin' down in my brain.

3. Though it`s only been a month or so, that old car`s buggin' us to go,

3. we gotta get away and get back on the road again.