I remember to this day the bright red Georgia clay,
how it stuck to the tire after the summer rain.
Willpower made that old car go,
a woman's mind told me that's so,
oh how I wish we were back on the road again.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
traveling and living off the land.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
how I love being a free man.
I can still recall the wheat
fields of St. Paul and the morning we
got caught robbing from an old hen.
Old McDonald, he made us work,
but then he paid us for what it was worth.
Another tank of gas and back on the road again.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
traveling and living off the land.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
how I love being a free man.
Matt Mobley on guitar.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
traveling and living off the land.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
how I love being a free man.
I'll never forget the day we motored stately into big LA.
The lights of the city put settling down in my brain.
It's only been a month or so,
but that old car's bugging us to go.
We got to get away and get back on the road again.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
traveling and living off the land.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
how I love being a free man.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
traveling and living off the land.
Me and you and a dog named Boo, how I love being
a free man.
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
we're just traveling and living off the land.