Composer：Kent LaVoie (Lobo)
I've Still Got Those Country Feelings,
And Their Roots Are In My Soul.
I'm So Tired, I Can't Take It,
Of This Life That I've Been Sold.
I Turn Off The World Around Me
And Go Drifting Back In Line.
As Those Same Old Country Feelings,
Just Come Flowing Across My Mind.
I Remember To This Day,
The Bright Red Georgia Clay.
How It Stuck To The Tyres
After The Summer Rain.
Will Power Make That Old Car Go,
A Woman's Mind Told Me That's So.
Another Tank Of Gas
And Back On The Road Again.
Me And You And A Dog Named Boo,
Travellin' And Livin' On 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,
Travellin' And Livin' On The Land.
Me And You And A Dog Named Boo,
How I Love Being A Free Man.
I'll Never Forget The Day
We Moved Straightly Into Big L.A.
The Lights Of The City Put Settlin'
Down In My Brain.
Though It's Only Been A Month Or So,
That Old Part That Used To Go.
Gotta Get Away And Get Back On
The Road Again.
Me And You And A Dog Named Boo,
Travellin' And Livin' On 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,
Travellin' And Livin' On 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,
Travellin' And Livin' On The Land.
Me And You And A Dog Named…