I´m back on the road and I ain´t gonna stop,
Goin´ to roll ´til I´m old, gonna rock ´til I drop.
Out of the smog, headin´ into the sun,
I´m goin´ to New Orleans, Bourbon Street here I come!

Road fever, wheels turnin´ in the rain,
Road fever, fire burnin´ in my brain,
Give her the gun, drive like a hurricane.

Got the heat up high, and the radio´s on,
Diggin´ rock and roll music while we´re ridin´ along.
Maybe Atlanta, may be Birmingham,
I know where I´m going, God knows where I am!

Road fever, wheels turnin´ in the rain,
Road fever, fire burnin´ in my brain,
Give her the gun, drive like a hurricane.

Speeding along like a bullet from a gun,
It´s a three day ride, we´re gonna make it in one.
I´m back on the road and I ain´t gonna stop,
Goin´ to roll ´til I´m old, gonna rock ´til I drop.

Road fever, wheels turnin´ in the rain,
Road fever, fire burnin´ in my brain,
Go driver go! Move like a hurricane.

Woo!
Go driver go!
We´re gone
Woo!
Yea, we´re goin´ to New Orleans
We´re goin´ to New Orleans
Look out here I come
Whoo!