Road Dogs

Pulling out of Woodstock heading down to Little Rock/Come on boys it's time to go/The bus blew out a front tire durn thing almost caught on fire/Had to call in for a tow/And we still got seven hundred miles to go / Pulling into eat when we get back / But we don't care because the place is packed / Chorus / We're road dogs road dogs / Burning up the interstate / Hot and wild southern style / That crowd in Memphis just won't wait / From midnight til dawn we're rolling down the highway / Heading for another town/ Road dogs road dogs/ We sure do get around / D J got his feelings hurt didn't get a tee shirt / Says he's gonna ban our stuff / Promoters acting funny hope he's got our money / Guess I'll have to call his bluff / We play our music that should be enough // Repeat chorus