Lyrics:

Pulling out of Woodstock heading down to Little Rock

Come on boys it's time to go

The bus blew out a front tire durn thing almost caught on fire

Had to call in for a tow

And we still got seven hundred miles to go

Pulling into Little Rock getting close to eight o'clock

Glad we got two opening acts

Show starts in an hour no time for a shower

We'll have to eat when we get back

But we don't care beacuase this place is packed



CHORUS:

We're road dogs road dogs

Burning up the interstate

Hot and wild southern style

That crowd in Memphis just won't wait

From midnight till dawn we're rolling down the highway

Heading for another town

Road dogs road dogs

We sure do get around



D J got his feelings hurt didn't get a tee shirt

Says he's gonna ban our stuff

Promoters acting funny hope he's got our money

Guess I'll have to call his bluff

We play our music that should be enough



REPEAT CHORUS