Lyrics

On the road again, on the road again
Driving north towards the great Star of Bethlehem
On the road again, on the road again
I reckon rain said a preacher to a weatherman
[Instrumental]
On the road again, on the road again
Driving north towards the great Star of Bethlehem
On the road again, on the road again
I reckon rain said a preacher to a weatherman
You gonna really love it
I think you really would
You gonna wanna hug it
I think you really should
[Instrumental]
On the road again, on the road again
Driving north towards the great Star of Bethlehem
On the road again, on the road again
I reckon rain said a preacher to a weatherman
You gonna really hate it
I think you really would
Want to annihilate it
I think you really should
[Instrumental]
I come from a family of five
My daddy came here in 1979
Mom had long hair and big, pretty, brown eyes
Push me down and I'll make you meet your demise
I come from a family of five
My daddy came here in 1979
Mom had long hair and big, pretty, brown eyes
Push me down and I'll make you meet your demise
Written by: Jay Heiselmann, Rahill Jamalifard
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