Grateful Dead - On The Road Again Lyrics
Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason whyBad girls will even do things on the slyLook for your supper to be good and hotShe never even put a stew bone in the potShes on the road again, sure as youre bornNatural born easy on the road againFriend come by, say looking for his hatWants to know where your husbands atI dont know, hes on his way to the penCome on pretty mama, lets get on the road againWent to my house the front door was lockedWent round to my window, but my window was lockedJumped right back, shook my head,Big old rounder in my folding bedJumped into the window, broke the glassNever seen that little rounder run so fastCome on pretty mama, lets get on the road again