Never been to Cleveland when the sun was shining

Even when it shines it looks like rain

Oh, God, on the road again



People say that I've adjusted well to traveling

Still I'm feeling homesick now and then

Oh, God, on the road again



In between the road signs and the white lines

And all of the comforts of home

In between the road signs and the white lines

I'm singing the road sign, white line song

I'm singing, won't you sing along

I'm singing, won't you sing along

I'm singing, won't you sing along



Never been to Cleveland when the sun was shining

Even when it shines it looks like rain

Oh, God, on the road again



I don't live in New York city anymore

But it's still close enough to be a friend

Oh, God, on the road again



In between the road signs and the white lines

And all of the comforts of home

In between the road signs and the sad rhymes

And all of the comforts of home

All of the comforts of home