Me And You And A Dog Named Boo
Lobo

I remember to this day,
The bright red Georgia clay
And how it stuck to the tires,
After the summer rain
Will power made that old car go,
A woman's mind told me that so
Oh how I wish we were back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named boo
Travelin' and livin' off the land
Me and you and a dog named boo
How I love being, a free man.

I can still recall,
The wheat fields of St. Paul
And the morning, we got caught,
Robbing from an old hen
Old McDonald he made us work,
But then he paid us, for what it was worth
Another tank of gas,
And back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named boo
Travelin' and livin' off the land
Me and you and a dog named boo
How I love being, a free man.

I'll never forget the day
We motored stately into big L.A.
The lights of the city put settlin' down in my brain
Though it's only been a month or so
That old car's buggin' us to go
We've gotta get away and get back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named boo
Travelin' and livin' off the land
Me and you and a dog named boo
How I love being, a free man.
1971 #5 Words and music by Kent "LOBO" LaVOIE