Song parody of
Always on the Road
by Pure of Heart
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Drove through Galveston
Worked in Albertson
Lost my money on some honey
Took a nasty fall
Stayed in Boston
I got lost in
All the pretty girls in the city
Till I heard the highway call
Seems I'm always on the road
Feel that rumbling in my bones
When the tires hit the road
Freeways, parkways, lonesome byways
Are my home
I got lucky
In Kentucky
She was mighty fine
Chased me to the county line
But the sheriff missed me there
Went through Edison
Took some medicine
Caught something nasty and I had to jettison
My old underware
Seems I'm always on the road
Feel that rumbling in my bones
When the tires hit the road
Freeways, Parkways, lonesome byways
Are my home
Seems I'm always on the road
Freeways, Parkways, lonesome byways
Are my home
If I ever get the urge to
Settle down and leave the road to
Other, younger men
You can write it on tombstone
Made from a car seat
Leather two-tone
There he goes again
Seems I'm always on the road
Feel that rumbling in my bones
When the tires hit the road
Freeways, Parkways, lonesome byways
Are my home
Drove through Galveston
Worked in Albertson
Lost my money on some honey
Took a nasty fall
Stayed in Boston
I got lost in
All the pretty girls in the city
Till I heard the highway call
Seems I'm always on the road
Feel that rumbling in my bones
When the tires hit the road
Freeways, parkways, lonesome byways
Are my home
I got lucky
In Kentucky
She was mighty fine
Chased me to the county line
But the sheriff missed me there
Went through Edison
Took some medicine
Caught something nasty and I had to jettison
My old underware
Seems I'm always on the road
Feel that rumbling in my bones
When the tires hit the road
Freeways, Parkways, lonesome byways
Are my home
Seems I'm always on the road
Freeways, Parkways, lonesome byways
Are my home
If I ever get the urge to
Settle down and leave the road to
Other, younger men
You can write it on tombstone
Made from a car seat
Leather two-tone
There he goes again
Seems I'm always on the road
Feel that rumbling in my bones
When the tires hit the road
Freeways, Parkways, lonesome byways
Are my home
