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.
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.
I can still recall the wheat fields of Saint Paul,
And the mornin' we got caught robbin' from an old hen.
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.
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.
I can still recall the wheat fields of Saint Paul,
And the mornin' we got caught robbin' from an old hen.