Lyrics:

I woke up this mornin4, looked around my four walls
And a dream told me you ain4t happy at all
I packed up my bags, I took my last look and then
Look out, pretty mom, I4m on the road again

I4m on the road again
(Just as sure as you4re born)
I4m on the road again
(Just as sure as you4re born)
Look out, pretty mom, I4m on the road again

I ran home last night to get my dinner hot
I pulled on my door and found the door was locked
I jumped through the window and believe it or not
She had not even put my dinner in the pot

I4ve never been evil and I4ve never been sly
But if I sit some place and let the time roll by
I start to get restless, pack my bags up and then
Look out pretty mom, I4m on the road again