I ain’t in no debt, I got a real good woman
And a pretty good dog that don’t shit in the house
I'm in a traveling band, with some pretty good pickers
And only one of em snores, the rest are quite as a mouse
Packed into this van like sardines inside a can
It’s the only life that I wanna lead
Well, I love home but the roads got all I need
We ain’t got no hits, but we sell a few tickets
And it seems like a lot to a guy like me
That ain’t never had nothing but a dream and a guitar
And this road dog itch that won't quit bothering me
Packed into this van like sardines inside a can
It’s the only life that I wanna lead
Well, I love home but the roads got all I need
Packed into this van like sardines inside a can
That’s the only life that I wanna lead
Well, I love home but the roads got all I need
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