Back out on the Road

I'm in a small pub with a big stage A cheap bar that stays open late Talking to a couple that I've only just met While they're going two's on a cigarette I'm like a visiting king in a cardboard crown Traveling alone in a small town Singing songs and making friends Got no idea how the night is gonna end But this job it don't ever get old And it feels good to be back out on the road Oh, the people and the places Hellos and the goodbyes A Carousel of images flash before my eyes I know where I'm going to the next postcode Rolling into town to put on another show Back out on the road I've got a, a long drive and a petrol shortage I stocked up on lateral flow tests Singing songs of an incompetent Government And loud criticisms for jolly old England But for all her faults, you know I love her so And I'm just glad to be back out on the road Oh, the people and the places Hellos and the goodbyes A Carousel of images flash before my eyes I know where I'm going to the next postcode Blowing with the wind and going with the flow Back out on the road Woah Beach parties in Brighton and Weston-Super-Mare A lock-in at the Hootananny, lock-ins everywhere Hot box in Chelmsford and Bolton town centre To the Tolpudddle Martyr's annual get together Now I'm talking to some goats with Mad Dog Mike Rolling over teenagers in bucket hats A metal bar in Bournemouth dreamland in the sunshine Nottingham Arboretum singing from the band stand Picking up a bird feather to decorate the van Rolling home for a gig at the Duke of Cumberland Oh, this job it don't ever get old And it feels good to be back out on the road Oh, the people and the places Hellos and the goodbyes A Carousel of images flash before my eyes I know where I'm going, I think I've always known Blowing with the wind and going with the flow Back out on the road