Lyric Me And You And A Dog Named Boo

I remember to this day,
the bright red Georgia clay,
how it stuck to the tires after the summer rain . . .
Will-power made that ol car go,
a woman s mind told me that it s so,
Oh! how I wish we were back on the road again . . .

Me an you an a dog named Boo,
travelin and livin off the land . . .
Me an you an a dog named Boo,
How I loved bein a free man . . .

I can still recall,
the wheat fields of St. Paul,
and the mornin we got caught robbin from an old hen . . .
Old MacDonald, he made us work,
but then he paid us for what it was worth,
another tank of gas an back on the road again . . .



Well, I ll never forget that day,
we motored stately into Big L.A.
the lights of the city put settling-down in my brain . . .
Though it s only a month or so,
that ol car is a buggin us to go,
you gotta get away,
get back on the road again . . .