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