One, two, three
Four wheels, six strings
Low on smoke and gasoline
Born to live a midnight riders prayer
Same boots, new crowd
Same tune, new town
Tryna get to Heaven for the devil even knows were there
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
Were the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way
Go hard, live fast
Play guitars for bar tabs
If theres a crowd the show will never end
So we set it up and we tear it down
For hundred miles to the next town
Gonna drive all night just to do it all over again
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
Were the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way
When your night is ending
Ours is just beginning
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
Were the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
Brothers til the end
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way