On the Road Again

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Yeah…

Fire that old engine up.

Ain’t nothing waiting for me back there.

Just the blacktop.

Got a devil on my shoulder,

Got a cross around my neck,

Got a half-dead cigarette

And a whole lotta bad regrets.

Diesel smoke is rolling,

Moon is hanging low,

There’s a storm down in my soul

And nowhere else to go.

I left my name in a barroom,

Left my heart in Tennessee,

If the law comes knocking,

They won’t find a damn thing but me.

On the road again — hell, I’m on the road again,

Blacktop bleeding underneath these wheels.

On the road again — running from the wind,

Running from the things a man can’t kill.

Got a steel horse growling,

Got a midnight sky above,

I ain’t looking for forgiveness,

I’m just looking for the road again.

There’s a girl in Birmingham

Who still hates my guts,

And a preacher down in Macon

Who says I’m going straight to Hell.

Well, Hell might be familiar,

And Heaven ain’t my style,

I’d rather burn a thousand miles

Than sit still for a while.

Boots are full of Georgia red,

Hands are black with grease,

Every mile I leave behind

Buys another night of peace.

Coffee tastes like motor oil,

Truck-stop neon burns,

You learn a lot about a man

By the bridges that he burns.

On the road again — hell, I’m on the road again,

Blacktop bleeding underneath these wheels.

On the road again — running from the wind,

Running from the things a man can’t kill.

Got a steel horse growling,

Got a midnight sky above,

I ain’t looking for forgiveness,

I’m just looking for the road again.

If you see me at the crossroads,

Don’t ask where I’ve been.

Some roads make a man holy…

Some roads make him sin.

And if that highway takes me,

Well, bury me out west.

With my boots beside the engine

And my old black hat on my chest.

Turn it up.

Let that V8 talk.

Let the tires sing.

Ain’t got no home…

Ain’t got no chains…

ON THE ROAD AGAIN — HELL, I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN!

Thunder rolling underneath these wheels!

ON THE ROAD AGAIN — AIN’T GOT NO FRIENDS!

Ain’t got nothing but these scars to feel!

Got a tank full of diesel,

Got a pocket full of sin,

And when the devil asks me where I’m going—

I’LL TELL HIM: HIT THE HIGHWAY, BOY,

I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN!

Blacktop…

Moonlight…

Diesel smoke…

Yeah.

I’m gone.

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