Back out on the Road

I'm in a small pub with a big stage
 A cheap bar that stays open late
 Talking to a couple that I've only just met
 While they're going two's on a cigarette
 I'm like a visiting king in a cardboard crown
 Traveling alone in a small town
 Singing songs and making friends
 Got no idea how the night is gonna end
 But this job it don't ever get old
 And it feels good to be back out on the road
 Oh, the people and the places
 Hellos and the goodbyes
 A Carousel of images flash before my eyes
 I know where I'm going to the next postcode
 Rolling into town to put on another show
 Back out on the road
 I've got a, a long drive and a petrol shortage
 I stocked up on lateral flow tests
 Singing songs of an incompetent Government
 And loud criticisms for jolly old England
 But for all her faults, you know I love her so
 And I'm just glad to be back out on the road
 Oh, the people and the places
 Hellos and the goodbyes
 A Carousel of images flash before my eyes
 I know where I'm going to the next postcode
 Blowing with the wind and going with the flow
 Back out on the road
 Woah
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 Beach parties in Brighton and Weston-Super-Mare
 A lock-in at the Hootananny, lock-ins everywhere
 Hot box in Chelmsford and Bolton town centre
 To the Tolpudddle Martyr's annual get together
 Now I'm talking to some goats with Mad Dog Mike
 Rolling over teenagers in bucket hats
 A metal bar in Bournemouth dreamland in the sunshine
 Nottingham Arboretum singing from the band stand
 Picking up a bird feather to decorate the van
 Rolling home for a gig at the Duke of Cumberland
 Oh, this job it don't ever get old
 And it feels good to be back out on the road
 Oh, the people and the places
 Hellos and the goodbyes
 A Carousel of images flash before my eyes
 I know where I'm going, I think I've always known
 Blowing with the wind and going with the flow
 Back out on the road