On the Road Again

A small town boy with a big guitar,
His daddy says
"Son I think you're gonna go far,"
And that's all he's ever heard anybody say,
So he packs his bag and he's on his way

Staring in the mirror at the sun going down
One last look at his old hometown,
With his foot on the floor, he speeds away,
Through the dark of night to a dreamer's day

He's on the road again,
On the road again.
Now it's a big city stage on a Saturday night,
He's playing like fire underneath the light,
Hanging on a star in the sky above,
He doesn't know its name so he calls it love.
On the road again, On the road again.

Have another coffee, like a bit of cream,
Drink another whiskey, dream another dream,
Playing all the songs but they don't seem right,
Feeling like a thief stealing off in the night,
Hanging on to the music through the push and the shove,
Spending all the money just to find a little love,
In another hotel, in another old town,
Ring around the Rosie, he's falling down.

He's on the road again,
On the road again.
Now it's a big city stage on a Saturday night,
He's playing like fire underneath the light,
Hanging on a star in the sky above,
He doesn't know its name so he calls it love.
On the road again, On the road again.

Night after night playing out his soul,
Thinking of the memory of an old dire road,
And a little hound dog running off in the grass,
Thinking of the time as the time goes past,
Just another mile, just another day,
Was it all worthwhile, did it slip away?
So the small town boy with the big guitar
Walks away from the glitter and he's back in his car,

And going home again, going home again.
Now it's a small town stage on a Saturday night,
He's playing like fire underneath the light,
Thanking that star in the sky above,
For the small town girl, and her one true love,
On the road again,
Going home again,
On the road again,
Oh, he's going home again.

Words and music by Bill Staines Mineral River Music (administered by Bug Music)/BMI