Well you walk into the room and switch on the TV
And there's Phil Donahue or Oprah Winfrey
And suddenly you don't feel so lonely
Even though you're out on the road
Open up the drawer and there's that bible
God's honest truth, but you're not liable
To use it you prefer myth and libel
That's 'cause you're out on the road
It's baby shampoo, no you're not snobby
Losing your toothbrush is your hobby
Lucky they sell that stuff in the lobby
Lucky that you're out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
You're Willy Loman, and you're Tom Joad
Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Genghis Khan
Out on the road, out on the road
'Keep on going' is your creed and code
It's a different way of life; it's a whole other mode
Living out on the road
Well you're packin' 'em in so we did ok
But the people from the record company didn't pay
Willie Nelson has a bus
And a sound man he can kick and cuss
And a road manager to make a fuss
Willie goes out on the road
A roadie carries his guitar
And in that bus is a VCR
Well Willie deserves it, he's a big old star
Willie goes out on the road
So Willie goes out for weeks at a time
Makes a ton of money, it's a life sublime
But for me it's punishment and crime
Why do I go out on the road?
Out on the road, out on the road