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
