On the Road

On the road again, on the road again Driving north towards the great star of Bethlehem On the road again, on the road again I reckon rain said a preacher to a weather man On the road again, on the road again Driving north towards the great star of Bethlehem On the road again, on the road again I reckon rain said a preacher to a weatherman You gonna really love it, I think you really would You gonna want to hug it. I think you really should On the road again, on the road again Driving north towards the great star of Bethlehem On the road again, on the road again I reckon rain said a preacher man to a weatherman You gonna really hate it. I think you really would Want to annihilate it I think you really should I come from a family of five. My daddy came here in 1979 Mom had long hair and big pretty brown eyes Push me down and I'll make you meet your demise I come from a family of five. My daddy came here in 1979 Mom had long hair and big pretty brown eyes Push me down and I'll make you meet your demise