You're the real thing Big boots and diamond rings Hypnotical legs You said what up babe You pulled up right The only cowboy for miles 800 degrees In your mirror ball gaze You used to say On the open road today There are no shortcuts or heartaches You used to say On the open road today There are no free rides or one ways Our route was a rubber band Figure eight across the land Once again the wanderer Is back where he began Stare into the fire A natural way to get high You burned your tie I prayed for rain You used to say On the open road today There are no strangers or runaways With your head hung low Suit case atrophy You're a renaissance man With wine stained teeth It's a hard memory So you order one more In your rumpled suit With the green velveteen Looking at the window for a sign And it's gone But the idea stays with you And you let it hang on Cause you still believe You're cowboy king Do you order one more You say let's double your tip money But you never ever do Who would drive to the casino I won't drive you to the casino at this time You leave the scene With your rumple suit on We see the same sun And the hair of dog Take a half a day off It's a joke You never told