On the Road Again - Live

Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why
 Bad girls will even do things on the sly
 Look for your supper to be good and hot
 She never even put a stew bone in the pot
 She's on the road again, sure as you're born
 Natural born easy on the road again
 Friend come by, say looking for his hat
 Wants to know where your husband's at
 I don't know, he's on his way to the pen
 Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again
 Went to my house the front door was locked
 Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked
 Jumped right back, shook my head,
 Big old rounder in my folding bed
 Jumped into the window, broke the glass
 Never seen that little rounder run so fast
 Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again