C                     C7      F      G         C
I remember to this day, the bright red Georga clay.

                                            G
And how it stuck to the tires, after the summer rain.

     C          G
Will power made that old car go,

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a womans mind told me so. Oh how I wish we were 

Bb                   F   G   F   G
back on the road again.


Chorus...
     F        G           C          F            G             C
     Me and you and a dog named Boo, travelin and livin off the land.

     F        G           C          F        G                 C
     Me and you and a dog named Boo, Oh how I love being a free man.


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I can still recall, the wheat fields of St. Paul.

                                                   G
And the morning we got caught, robbing from an old hen.

      C
Old McDonald made us work,

    C7      F           G              C
but then he paid us for what it was worth. Another tank of gas and,

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back on the road again.


(Chorus)


    C                         C7      F            G     C
I'l never forget that day, we motored stately into big L.A.

                                                   G
The lights of the city put settlin down, in my brain.

            C                             C7        F      G      C
Though it's only been a month or so, that old car's buggin us to go.

                              Bb                  F  G  F  G
We've gotta get away and get back on the road again.