On the Road

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 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 wanna 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 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