D	G	A	D
	I remember to this day, the	bright red	Georgia	clay

	D	A
	How it stuck to the tires after the	summer rain

	D
Will	power made that old car go

	G	A	D
A woman's	mind told	me that's	so

	C	D	G G G G G A		G G G G G A
Oh how I wish we were	back on the road	again

	G	A	D
	Me and	you and a	dog named Boo

	G	A	D
	Travelling and	living off the	land

	G	A	D
	Me and	you and a	dog named Boo

	C	G	D
How I	love being a	free	man

	D	G	A	D
	I can still recall, the	wheat fields	of Saint	Paul

	D	A
And the	morning we got caught robbing from an old	hen

	D
Oh Mac	Donald he made us work

	G	A	D
But then he	paid us for	what it was	worth

	C	D	G G G G G A		G G G G G A
Another tank of gas and	back on the road	again

	D	G	A	D
	I'll never forget the day, we motored	stately into	big L	A

	D	A
The	lights of the city put settling down in my	brain

	D
Though it's	only been a month or so

	G	A	D
That old	car's bugging	us to	go

	C	D	G G G G G A		G G G G G A
We gotta get away and get	back on the road	again