Born to die in a rock 'n' roll band
Always seemed like a hell of a plan
Form Hell To Texas in a beat up van

Why can't you understand

Mama said boredom will rot you brain

So I gotta get out of here before
I go insane


Go to hell honey I'm back on the road
Can't even say goodbye
Nothing you can say can keep me here

Don't even try
Go to hell honey I'm back on the road
That's where I'm gonna stay

Kick scream and cry all you want
I'm still going away


Cause I'm sick of you I'm sick os staying home
If don't rock soon I'm gonna explode


Born to die in a rock 'n' roll band
Form Hell To Texas in a beat up van
Why can't you understand


Born to die in a rock 'n' roll band
Always seemed like a hell of a plan

Form Hell To Texas in a beat up van
Why can't you understand


That if I die somewhere on the road
Flush my $#&@ing ashes down a Cracker Barrel commode


Drink up everybody we're back on the road
And we ain't going away
Drink up everybody we're back on the road

We drunk and ready to play
Drink up everybody we're back on the road
Couldn't quit if we tried

Drink up everybody we're back on the road
Where rules don't apply