Do ya [E]need a break from modern livin’?
Do ya [E]long to shed your weary [A]load?
If your [B]nerves are raw and your brain
is fried, just grab a friend and take a ride
To [B]gether upon the open [E]road
C’mon, Maxie! Ah-yuk!
All in [E]all, I’d rather have detention
All in [E]all, I’d rather eat a [A]toad
And the [B]old man drives like such a
klutz, that I’m about to hurl my guts
Di [B]rectly upon the [E]road
There’s [A]nothin’ can upset me
‘Cause [G#m]now we’re on our way
Our [A]trusty map will guide us straight and [E]true
Rox [A]anne, please don’t forget me
I [G#m]will return [C#m]someday
Though [F#]I may be in traction when I [B]do
(Goofy & Max sing at the same time)
Me and [E]Max relaxin’ like the old
days/This is [E]worse than dragon breath and acne
In a [E]buddy-buddy kind of [A]
mode/I’m so [A]mad I think I may explode
When I [B]see that highway, I could cry
Ya [B]know, that’s funny, so could I
Just [B]bein’ out on the open [E]road
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Howdy, [A#]boys, is this the way to Nashville?
Watch it, [A#]Mac! Or you’ll be gettin’ [D#]towed
I’m [F]in no hurry to arrive, ’cause I’ll be turnin’ sixty-five
The [F]next time I sees the open [A#]road
Just a [B]week of rest and relaxation (Yeah!)
And the [B]odd romantic epis [E]ode (Very odd!)
And it’s [F#]Californ-I-A or bust!
Look [F#]out, you dirtbags, eat my dust
From [F#]now on, I own the open [B]road!
Just [A]me and little Maxie, my [G#m]pip-squeak pioneer
They’re [A]partners forever westward [E]ho! Yeehaw!
Could [A]someone call a taxi, and [G#m]get me outta here
To [F#]Beverly Hills 9-0-2-1- [B]0 [C#]Oh!
Every [F#]day another new adventure
Every [F#]mile another [B]new zip code
And the [C#]years we had are gone for good
And [D]I’d go with them if I could
I’ve [C#]got no strings on me
I’m [D]feelin’ fancy-free
How [C#]wonderful to be
On the open [F#]road! [c] [F#] [C#] [F#] [C#] [F#]