Текст песни On the Road Again - Sean Wilson

With my whistle, Boston drums, favorite mandolin
I'm on the coach and on the road again
Every night I sing my songs
I'm back where I belong
On the stage and on the road again
On the road to places I have never been
On the road to meet old friends I have seldom seen
If you have the time to spare,
Come and see me now and then
I'm sure to pass your way I'm on the road again
Instrumental
As the miles go flying by
I sometimes wonder why
These neon lights are always calling me
Then I hear that magic sound
Applause and laughter all around
I found the reason why I'm on the road again
On the road to places I have never been
On the road to meet old friends, I have seldom seen
If you have the time to spare,
Come and see me now and then
I'm sure to pass your way I'm on the road again
On the road to places I have never been
On the road to meet old friends, I have seldom seen
If you have the time to spare,
Come and see me now and then
I'm sure to pass your way I'm on the road again
Instrumental