(1, 2, 3)
Four wheels, six strings
Low on smoke and gasoline
Born to live a midnight rider's prayer
Same boots, new crowd
Same tune, new town
Trying to get to heaven 'for the devil even knows we're there
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way
Go hard, live fast
Play guitars for bar tabs
If there's a crowd the show will never end
So, we set it up and we tear it down
400 miles to the next town
Gonna drive all night just to do it all over again
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way
When your night is ending
Ours is just beginning
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
Brothers till the end
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way
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