I would not get married, tell you the reason why
A woman is evil, do things on the sly
You go to your home, says your dinner hot
She never even put the supper in the pot

She's on the road again
Just as sure as you're born she's on the road again
She's on the road again
Just as sure as you're born she's on the road again

I went to my window, my window was propped
I went to my door, I found my door was locked
Went back to my window, I put in my head
A great big rounder in my folding bed
I pulled out my shotgun, I shot through the glass
I never saw a little woman run so fast

She's on the road again
Just as sure as you're born she's on the road again
She's on the road again
Just as sure as you're born she's on the road again

My friend come to my home, he put down his hat
He smiled at her, and said "Where's your husband at?"
I don't know, He's on his way to the pen
Well come on, mama, let's get on the road again

She's on the road again
Just as sure as you're born she's on the road again
She's on the road again
Just as sure as you're born she's on the road again

She's on the road again
Just as sure as you're born she's on the road again
She's on the road again
Just as sure as you're born, well come on mama let's get on the road again

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Writer(s): J.B. JONES, WILLIAM SHADE