Lyrics

Sebastian I woke up this mornin, looked around my four walls And a dream told me you ain't happy at all I packed up my bags, I took my last look and then Look out, pretty mom, Im on the road again Im on the road again (Just as sure as youre born) Im on the road again (Just as sure as youre born) Look out, pretty mom, Im on the road again I ran home last night to get my dinner hot I pulled on my door and found the door was locked I jumped through the window and believe it or not She had not even put my dinner in the pot Ive never been evil and Ive never been sly But if I sit some place and let the time roll by I start to get restless, pack my bags up and then Look out pretty mom, Im on the road again