On the Road Again Lyrics

Well, I′m walking my fat girl, I'II tell you why
Fat girls who can do things on the sly
She′ll look for your soup to be good and hot
She never even put a stew bone in the pot

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born eastman on the road again
She′s on the road again, sure as you′re born

Well, I went to my door and my door was locked
I went to my window, and my window was locked
I jumped right back, I shook my head
A green big rounder in my folding bed
I shot through the window, I broke the glass
I never seen that little rounder run so fast

She's on the road again, sure as you′re born
Natural born eastman on the road again
She's on the road again, sure as you′re born

Well, your friend comes to your house in his Stetson hat
And wants to know where your husbands at
Said, "I don't know, he′s on the way to the pen"
Hey, come on, mama, get on the road again

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born eastman on the road again
She′s on the road again, sure as you′re born