Road To Alaska

I’m on the road to Alaska,
nowhere near Nebraska,
but I’m sure if I asked her she’ll know.

I ain’t got no honey,
I’m so short of money.
I really, really wanna go home.

I dialed Oklahoma,
made attempts to phone her,
gave up when I got no reply.

I’m on the road to Alaska,
nowhere near Nebraska,
but I’m sure if I don’t ask her I’ll die.

I found Cincinatti,
out there I was happy
every single day of my life.

I had me a woman,
she started to running.
I couldn’t really make her my wife.

She started to show which
way she was going,
every single road she could go.

I’m on the road to Alaska,
nowhere near Nebraska
but I’m sure if I asked her she’ll know (yeah).

I made to Cincinatti,
out there I was happy
every single day of my life.

I had me a woman,
she started to running.
I couldn’t really make her my wife.

She started to show which
way she was going
and every single road she could go.

I’m on the road to Alaska,
nowhere near Nebraska
but I’m sure if I asked her she’ll know.
I’m sure if I ask her she’ll know.
I’m sure if I ask her she’ll know.