“On the road again,

Goin' places that I've never been,

Seein' things that I may never see again,

And I can't wait to get on the road again.”

Willie Nelson,

On the Road Again

This sad old world of ours

Has really gotten me down

So I’ve packed a few bags

(And my extremely loyal dogs)

And we’re headin out of town

Someone’s gotta watch the cats

So we’re leavin the wife behind

But since we’ll be a roughin it

She really, really, doesn’t mind

Don’t know where we’re headin

But it’s gotta be somewhere wild

I long to smell the big pine forest

And let nature bring back my smile

I long to get away from the big cities

To a very sublime, quiet little paradise

Somewhere that’s peaceful and natural

Somewhere that’s a soothin to my eyes

So we’re now headin for the wild places

Down that long, long, stretch of highway

When we find a huge stand of tall pine trees

We’ll soon be ramblin down some dirt byway

Got no cares and responsibilities

At least for a few glorious days

With my trusty canine sidekicks

We won’t be makin any waves

We’ll just relax down yonder a stretch

At some isolated little wilderness pond

Communin with good old Mother Nature

With whom the five of us are mighty fond

We’ll probably be back in several days or so

But if we get stuck in some deep new mud holes

We just might linger down yonder a tad bit longer

And that just might brighten our world weary souls

“On the road again,

Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway;

We're the best of friends,

Insisting that the world be turnin' our way,

And our way,

Is on the road again.”

- See Ya’ll On the Flip Flop -

˙2008, Mr. Ed