Well, I'm so tired of crying But I'm out on the road again I ain't got no woman Just to call my special friend You know the first time I traveled Out in the rain and snow I didn't have no payroll Not even no place to go And my dear mother left me When I was quite young She said, "Lord, have mercy On my wicked son." Take a hint from me, mama Please don't you cry no more 'Cause it's soon one morning Down the road I'm going But I ain't going down That long old lonesome road All by myself I can't carry you, baby Gonna carry somebody else [Canned Heat, On The Road Again]
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