Davy's on the Road Again - Chris Thompson

Davy’s on the road again

Wearin’different clothes again

Davy’s turning handouts down

To keep his pockets clean

All his goods are sold again

His word’s as good as gold again

Sez if you see Jean now ask her please to pity me Jean and I we moved along

Since the day — down in the hollow

When the mind went driftin’on

And the feet were soon to follow

Davy’s on the road again

Wearin’different clothes again

Davy’s turning handouts down

To keep his pockets clean

Sayin’his goodbyes again

Wheels are in his eyes again

Sez if you see Jean now ask her please to pity me Downtown in the big town

Gonna set you back on your heels

With a mouth full of memories

And a lot of stickers for my windshield

Shut the door

Cut the light

Davy want be home tonight

You can wait till the dawn rolls in You won’t see our Davy again

Davy’s on the road again

Wearin’different clothes again

Davy’s turning handouts down

To keep his pockets clean

Sayin’his goodbyes again

Wheels are in his eyes again

Sez if you see Jean now ask her please to pity me Downtown in the big town

Gonna set you back on your heels

With a mouth full of memories

And a lot of stickers for my windshield

Shut the door

Cut the light

Davy want be home tonight

You can wait till the dawn rolls in You won’t see our Davy again