I Remember To This Day,
The Bright Red Georgia Clay,
How It Stuck To The Tires After The Summer Rain . . .
Will-power Made That Ol' Car Go,
A Woman's Mind Told Me That It's So,
Oh! How I Wish We Were Back On The Road Again . . .

Me An' You An' A Dog Named Boo,
Travelin' And Livin' Off The Land . . .
Me An' You An' A Dog Named Boo,
How I Loved Bein' A Free Man . . .

I Can Still Recall,
The Wheat Fields Of St. Paul,
And The Mornin' We Got Caught Robbin' From An Old Hen . . .
Old MacDonald, He Made Us Work,
But Then He Paid Us For What It Was Worth,
Another Tank Of Gas An' Back On The Road Again . . .



Well, I'll Never Forget That Day,
We Motored Stately Into Big L.A.
The Lights Of The City Put Settling-down In My Brain . . .
Though It's Only A Month Or So,
That Ol' Car Is A Buggin' Us To Go,
You Gotta Get Away,
Get Back On The Road Again . . .




Words And Music By Kent Lavoie, 1971