Words & Music by Rik Palieri

(Yodel) 
Od-de-lay ee, dee- aaa, 
Od-de-lay ee, dee- aaa, 
Od-de-lay ee, dee- aaa, 
Od-de-lay ee, dee- aaa, 

CHORUS
The Road is my mistress, siren of darkness, 
cloaked in black midnight she bids me from home. 
In arms ever winding, I'm lost in her magic, 
destined to follow where ever she roams 

Goodbye New England, I'm off on your highway 
past green fertile farmlands and fat Holstein cows, 
threading my down the banks of the Hudson, 
I see New York City, I'm on the road now 

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When I'm on the road and leave my life behind, 
I seem to spend my time trying to get back home 
But when I return, my thoughts shift and yearn, 
for an open highway and the song of the road 

(Yodel) 
Od-de-lay ee, dee- aaa, 
Od-de-lay ee, dee- aaa 
Od-de-lay ee, dee- aaa, 
Od-de-lay ee, dee- aaa, 

CHORUS

Another lost week in the hills of the badlands, 
I'm slipping in quick sand my pockets thread bare. 
The diesels are humming while my guitars strumming, 
a song of the road wishing you were here 

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Through Rusty red mountains from Casper to Cody 
on Snake twisted rivers to Idaho Falls 
Just one more old night in this lonely old truck stop, 
I'm backing this rig up and I'm heading home 

CHORUS

(Yodel)