Capo on 4th.
I remember to this day, the bright red Georga clay.
And how it stuck to the tires, after the summer rain.
Will power made that old car go,
a womans mind told me so. Oh how I wish we were
back on the road again.
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Me and you and a dog named Boo, travelin and livin off the land.
Me and you and a dog named Boo, Oh how I love being a free man.
I can still recall, the wheat fields of St. Paul.
And the morning we got caught, robbing from an old hen.
Old McDonald made us work,
but then he paid us for what it was worth. Another tank of gas and,
back on the road again.
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I'l 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.
We've gotta get away and get back on the road again.
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