Greatful Dead On The Road Again Lyrics

On The Road Again Lyrics

Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why 

 Bad girls will even do things on the sly 

 Look for your supper to be good and hot 

 She never even put a stew bone in the pot 

  

 She's on the road again, sure as you're born 

 Natural born easy on the road again 

  

 Friend come by, say looking for his hat 

 Wants to know where your husband's at 

 I don't know, he's on his way to the pen 

 Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again 

  

 Went to my house the front door was locked 

 Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked 

 Jumped right back, shook my head, 

 Big old rounder in my folding bed 

 Jumped into the window, broke the glass 

 Never seen that little rounder run so fast 

  

 Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again