(Freddy Weller)

I'm a road master baby, I spend my life on the road
I'm a travelin' musician carryin' a pretty big load
I spend my days drivin' down the highway
And when the show is over, I do things my way.
Look out honey, 'cause the road master's on the road

Well, I met a little woman down in Nashville, Tennessee
She said she'd play her harp if I could do a number in C
Well, when the show was over, I knew her pretty well
I said I like to hang around and talk a spell
But tomorrow I'm in Macon and the road master's got to go.

Well, one night at a roadhouse, I thought it was the end of the line
I had a pretty waitress but a truck driver hollered, "she's mine"
I told him meet me out in front if he wanted to fight
And then I snuck around in back like a thief in the night
I got the four wheels turnin' got the road master on the road.

Well I'm a fool for the highway, I never thought of settlin' down
I like to play my music when there's lots of pretty women around
I never noticed any difference 'tween a woman and a lady
I'll take anything from eighteen to eighty
When the full moon's risin' and the road master's on the road.

I never noticed any difference 'tween a woman and a lady
I'll take anything from eighteen to eighty
When the full moon's risin' and the road master's on the road.

When the full moon's risin' and the road master's on the road.
When the full moon's risin' and the road master's on the road...