On the Road Again - Grateful Dead

Well I went out with that girl, wanna know the reason why

That girl likes doing things on the sly

Sat down for dinner to be soft 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 he’s been on the road again

He’s on the road again, sure as you’re born

Man comes round here, he’s 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

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

Natural born he’s been on the road again

He’s on the road again, sure as you’re born

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

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

Natural born he’s been on the road again

He’s on the road again, sure as you’re born