Lyrics:

I remember to this day the bright red Georgia clayAnd how it stuck to the tires after the summer rainWill power made that old car go my roamin'' mind told me that''s soHow I wish that we were back on the road againMe and you and a dog named Boo travelin'' and a livin'' off the landMe and you and a dog named Boo how I love being a free manI can still recall the wheatfields near St PaulAnd in the mornin'' we got caught robbin'' from an old henOld MacDonald he made us work but then he paid us for what it was worthAnother tank of gas and back on the road againMe and you and a dog named Boo...I''ll never forget that day we motored stately into big LAThe lights of the city put the settlin'' down into my brainIt''s only been a month or so that old car''s a buggin'' us to goWe gotta get away and get back on the road againMe and you and a dog named Boo...Me and you and a dog named Boo...