33 lyrics for "On the road again, again"
I never saw the gal again Just dig my grave beside the railroad So I can hear the trains go by (Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder) Come and gather all around me Listen to my tale of woe Got some good advice to give you Lots of things you oughta know Take
PlayWe built the bridges (brace for the crash) We built the bridges We now sleep under We frame the door ways We may not pass through The very same roads That we now wander Who once you pass us by on We paved with our bare hands
PlayNo 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
PlayOn 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
PlayYea, you and me, backseat on a bad road I never thought I’d see 71 to feel this damn good and be this much fun But there you go again, doin’ your thing And you know how to do it if you know what I mean Baby buckle up tight tonight it’s you and me Shakin’
PlayShe was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke
PlayLooking 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
PlayOh 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
PlayNobody'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
PlayOn 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
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