(On the road again
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Paying my back taxes, road again)
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Well, you walk into the room and switch on the TV
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And there’s Phil Donahue or Oprah Winfrey
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And suddenly you don’t feel so lonely
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Even though you’re out on the road
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Open up that drawer and there’s that bible
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God’s honest truth, but you’re not liable
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To use it you prefer myth and libel
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That’s 'cause you’re out on the road
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There’s baby shampoo, no you’re not sloppy
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Losing your toothbrush is your hobby
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Lucky they sell that stuff in the lobby
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Lucky that you’re out on the road
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Out on the road, out on the road
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You’re Willy Lowman, and you’re Tom Jode
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Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Ghengis Khan
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Out on the road, out on the road
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'Keep on going' is your creed and code
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It’s a different way of life, it’s a whole other mode
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Living out on the road
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Well, you’re packin' 'em in so we did ok
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But the people from the record company didn’t pay
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So there’s no percentage, though it looks that way
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Man, it’s funny when you’re out on the road
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It’s your fault, you didn’t draw
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There was a item in the paper that nobody saw
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When business is bad then
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There ought to be a law against you out on the road
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There’s people to avoid, places to miss
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Backstage access, who need this?
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The club is a toilet when you gota' take a piss in the sink
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When you’re out on the road
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Out on the road, out on the road
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You’re Willy Lowman, and you’re Tom Jode
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Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Ghengis Khan
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Out on the road, out on the road
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That’s where your wild oats where sowed
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You start out a prince and you end up a toad
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Living out on the road
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Room service is a trick, rarely a treat
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So you go for a bite that can’t be beat
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But how many patty melts can one man eat
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When he’s eating out on the road?
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A cat eats a fish, a dog eats a bone
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Out on the road, a man eats alone
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Time to reflect and to atone for his sins out on the road
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Runnin' through airports at 43 is ok for OJ but not for me
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With a hernia, a bad back and a bum knee and a guitar out on the road
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Out on the road, out on the road
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You’re Willy Lowman, and you’re Tom Jode
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Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Ghengis Khan
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Out on the road, out on the road
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The flight’s been canceled, you should have known
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The airport is your new abode
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Living out on the road
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(Let's go!)
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When it’s time to come back to reality
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You’re roadsick and you’re half crazy
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So you fit right in quite naturally
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Home from out on the road
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Back to see family and friends
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And to face the music and to make amends
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But coming up for air, you can get the bends
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In from out on the road
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Open that bag, go on, expose it
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Open that window, hold you nose
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It’s eight weeks worth of dirty cloths
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In from out on the road
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Willie Nelson has a bus, and a sound man he can kick and cuss
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And a road manager to make a fuss, Willie goes out on the road
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A roadie caries his guitar, and in that bus is a VCR
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Well Willie deserves it, he’s a big old star
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Willie goes out on the road
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So Willie goes out for weeks at a time
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Makes a ton of money, it’s a life sublime
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But for me it’s punishment and crime
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Why do I go out on the road?
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Out on the road, out on the road
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I’m not Willy Nelson, I’m Tom Jode
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Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Ghengis Khan
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Out on the road, out on the road
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'Keep on going' is your creed and code
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But if you keep on going, you’re going to explode
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Living out on the road |