| On the road again
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| Just can’t wait to get on the road again
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| The life I love is making music with my friends
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| And I can’t wait to get on the road again
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| On the road again
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| Goin' places that I’ve never been
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| Seein' things that I may never see again
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| And I can’t wait to get on the road again
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| On the road again
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| Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
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| We’re the best of friends
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| Insisting that the world keep spinning our way and our way is
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| On the road again
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| Just can’t wait to get on the road again
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| The life I love is making music with my friends
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| And I can’t wait to get on the road again
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| I can’t wait to get on the road
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| I play the road
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| And the highway is our song
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| And every city’s like the same three chords
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| Been helping us along when the story’s told
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| And the crowd has come and gone
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| Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home
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| Well the bus it is our steeple
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| It brings us to the people
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| And they will be there waiting
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| Dancing young and old
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| And every one of us gets tired
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| But every one remains inspired
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| And every one of us require
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| To keep picking through our souls
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| She says, «Daddy where do you go
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| When you leave me all these nights
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| With a suitcase and guitar in your hand?
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| Kissing me and mom goodbye with a tear and a smile
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| Where do you go, Daddy where do you go?» |