On the Road Again

Pile of clothes in the corner,

Cigarette smell fills the room.

In the mirror's a foreigner,

Bringer of doom - I assume.

On the road again, taking paper and pen,

I'm a travelling man - once again.

On the road again, every now and then

Blackened moonshine gin - amen.

Sweet drop, my deity,

Come and de-liver me;

From this sober captivity,

To the next distillery.

On the road again, taking paper and pen,

I'm a travelling man - once again.

On the road again, every now and then

Blackened moonshine gin - amen.

Maybe too much, maybe too fast,

I'm out of touch, you're in my past.

Maybe one more, couldn't hurt - or four,

Never walk out the door - I hit the floor.

That's it, call it quits,

Never fall in the pits,

Never falling to bits,

Won't take any gifts.

It's just no good,

And it's well understood,

There is no more would,

There can't be a should.

On the road again, taking paper and pen (maybe too much, maybe to fast),

I'm a travelling man - once again (I'm out of touch, you're in my past).

On the road again, every now and then (Maybe one more, couldn't hurt - or four),

Blackened moonshine gin - amen (never walk out the').