I remember to this day the bright red Georgia clay
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How it stuck to the tires after the summer rain
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Will power made that old car go my rovin' mind told me that's so
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Oh how I wish we were back on the road again
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Me and you and a dog named Boo travelin' and a livin' off the land
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Me and you and a dog named Boo how I love being a free man
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I can still recall the wheatfields of St Paul
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And the mornin' we got caught robbin' from an old hen
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Old MacDonald he made us work but then he paid us for what it was worth
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Another tank of gas and back on the road again
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Me and you and a dog named Boo...
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I'll never forget that day we motored stately into big LA
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The lights of the city put settlin' down in my brain
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Though it's only been a month or so that old car's buggin' us to go
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We gotta get away and get back on the road again
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Me and you and a dog named Boo...
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Me and you and a dog named Boo...
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Me And You And A Dog Named Boo
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| Kenny Price |
