On The Road Again Rukind-tab
Why I married a fat girl, tell you the
Bad girls dont ever do things on the sly
Look for your supper to be good and hot
She never even put a stew bone in the pot
Shes on the road again, sure as youre
Natural born easy on the road again
Shes on the road again, sure as youre born
Friend come by, say hes lookin
for his hat,
Wants to know where your husbands at,
Say "I dont know, hes on his way to the pen"
Come on pretty mama, lets get on the road again
Went to my house, my front door was locked,
Went round to my window, Lord, my window was locked,
Jumped on back, shook my head,
Big old rounder in my foldin bed
Shot through the window, broke the glass,
I never seen that little rounder run so fast.
Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again.