I remember to this dayThat bright red Georgia clayAnd how it stuck to the tireAfter the summer rainWell, power made that old car goMy Roman mind told me that soHow I wish that we wereBack on the road againMe and you and a dog named BooTrapping and living off the landMe and you and a dog named BooI love being a free manI can still recallHow I wish that we wereThe wheat fields near St. PaulAnd the morning we got caughtRobbing from an old henOh, MacDonald, he made us workBut then he paid us for what it was worthAnother tank of gasAnd back on that road againMe and you and a dog named BooTrapping and living off the landMe and you and a dog named BooI love being a free manI'll never forget that dayWe motored stately in the big L.A.The lights of the cityPut the settling down into my brainIt's only been a few yearsBeen a month or soBut that old car's a bug in us to goWe gotta get awayAnd get back on that road againMe and you and a dog named BooTrapping and living off the landMe and you and a dog named BooI love being a free manMe and you and a dog named BooTrapping and living off the landMe and you and a dog named BooI love being a free manMe and you and a dog named Boo