Here I go again on my own Goin' down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone And I'll keep livin' the life Living the dream on my own. We could all live the dream I ain't wasting no more time Funny how things change Yet they

On the road again, again Nous étions jeunes et larges d'épaules On attendait que la mort nous frôle Bandits joyeux, insolents et drôles Au petit jour on quittait l'Irlande Et derrière nous s'éclairait la lande Il fallait bien un jour qu'on nous pende La

Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes And The highway is alive tonight I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Man walks along the railroad track He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge

Looking back on those days of thunder I shake my head and I have to wonder How we ever made it through that There's a road and a restless wind Ain't it good to feel that way again Here we are, the way we were A lot of trucks lined up down by the lake

Flame thrower You're on the run from the stun of the flame thrower Look to the sky and face the sun You better try to race against the gun Nothing to rival This heavy load Pray for survival End of the road Don't you believe you stand a chance in hell

Don't leave me now Leave me out in the pouring rain With my back against the wall Leave me out with nowhere to go And the shadows start to fall Leave me out on this lonely road As the wind begins to howl All alone on this darkest night Feeling old and

All these small things they gather round me Gather round me Has the world gone mad Or is it me? Is it all so very bad? I can’t see Gather around me All in my mind I walked down Mayflower Road again

No no they can't take that away from me No they can't take that away from me We may never never meet again On the bumpy road to love Still I'll always, always keep the memory of The way you hold your knife The way we danced till three The way you wear

On the road again And I cant wait to get on the road again The life I love is making music with my friends Just can't wait to get on the road again Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep

Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin' my fame and fortune Lookin' for a pot of gold Thing got bad and things got worse I guess you know the tune Rode in on the Greyhound I'll be walkin' out if I go