I remember to this day, the bright red Georgia clay   How it stuck to the tires after the summer rain   Will power made that old car go, a woman's mind told me that it's so   Oh, how I wish we were back on the road again      Me and you and a dog named Boo   Travellin' and livin' off the land   Me and you and a dog named Boo   How I love bein' a free man      I can still recall the wheat fields of St. Paul   And the mornin' we got caught robbin' from an old hen   Old Mac Donald made us work, but then he paid us for what it was worth   Another tank of gas and back on the road again      Me and you and a dog named Boo   Travellin' and livin' off the land   Me and you and a dog named Boo   How I love bein' a free man      I'll never forget that day we motored stately into big L.A.   The lights of the city put settlin' down in my brain   Though it's only been a month or so, that old car's buggin' us to go   You gotta get away and get back on the road again      Me and you and a dog named Boo   Travellin' and livin' off the land   Me and you and a dog named Boo   How I love bein' a free man   ...