On The Road Again Lyrics - Grateful Dead
Married me a fat girl, tell you the reason why
Fat girls will even do things on the sly
Look for your supper to be good and hot
She never even put a stew-bone in the pot
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born eastman on the road again
Friend come by, says looking for his hat
Wants to know where your husband's at
I don't know, he's on his way to the pen
Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again
Went to my house the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head,
Big old rounder in my folding bed
Jumped into the window, broke the glass
Never seen that little rounder run so fast
Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again
Fat girls will even do things on the sly
Look for your supper to be good and hot
She never even put a stew-bone in the pot
She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born eastman on the road again
Friend come by, says looking for his hat
Wants to know where your husband's at
I don't know, he's on his way to the pen
Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again
Went to my house the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head,
Big old rounder in my folding bed
Jumped into the window, broke the glass
Never seen that little rounder run so fast
Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again
Writer: NELSON, WILLIE /
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