Letra de On The Road (First Album Out-Take)
Long ago, in college days You could measure my hand by the style of my play Hitchhiking home, when the dollars ran low I had little to do, and nothing to say Then the road was grafted like a mistletoe Oh, my skin and my bones, I just had to go Then, every day, and every time I stayed My feet were burnin', you just got to knowAs we slaved out west, on the cotton chipping For the money we got, I knew we were slipping But later speeding down the Puttee Road Our heads were high, and our hearts were skipping And we drove all day, down Wallacia way For three long days of music and friends And we all got stoned on apple juice and ladies When the last note died, we hit the road againAnd oh, oh-oh Well, I guess it's never quite the same again Somebody moves his money inWell, Saturday night, and Tony and me Packed an airline bag and headed down to the sea The Duke was howlin', down in Sydney town And when the Duke's around, there's just one place to be And the rain came down, in Pitt Street, in the morning The air was alive with little wings We slept in the car, 'til the dawning And we broke our fast, like vagabond kings, yeahAnd oh, oh-oh I guess it's never quite the same again Somebody moves his money inWell, time goes on, and you ain't any younger Your belly gets fat, but you still got the hunger Your friends get married, your hair gets thin You want to leave it all behind, and scream, "I'm on the road again" I'm on the road again I'm on the road again I'm on the road again I'm on the road again