Lyrics:

I remember to this day the bright red Georgia clay**lf****lf**And how it stuck to the tires after the summer rain**lf****lf**Will power made that old car go my roamin'' mind told me that''s so**lf****lf**How I wish that we were back on the road again**lf****lf**Me and you and a dog named Boo travelin'' and a livin'' off the land**lf****lf**Me and you and a dog named Boo how I love being a free man**lf****lf****lf****lf**I can still recall the wheatfields near St Paul**lf****lf**And in the mornin'' we got caught robbin'' from an old hen**lf****lf**Old MacDonald he made us work but then he paid us for what it was worth**lf****lf**Another tank of gas and back on the road again**lf****lf**Me and you and a dog named Boo...**lf****lf****lf****lf**I''ll never forget that day we motored stately into big LA**lf****lf**The lights of the city put the settlin'' down into my brain**lf****lf**It''s only been a month or so that old car''s a buggin'' us to go**lf****lf**We gotta get away and get back on the road again**lf****lf**Me and you and a dog named Boo...**lf****lf**Me and you and a dog named Boo...