Road Ladies

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Don't it ever get lonesome
(Yeeaah . . . yea-yea-yea . . . do get lonesome!…)
Don't it ever get sad
When you go out on the road
(Yeeaah . . . Aah there was one time in Minneapolis
I thought I had the clap . . .)
Don't it ever get lonesome
Don't it ever get sad
When you go out on a 30-day tour
You got nothin' but groupies and promoters to love you
And a pile of laundry by the hotel door

Don't it ever get lonesome
Don't it ever give a young man the blues
Don't it ever get lonesome
Don't it ever make a young man wanna go back home
When the P. A. system eats it
And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit
You ever known

Don't you ever miss your
House in the country and your
Hot little mama, too
Don't you better get a
Shot from the doctor, what the
Road ladies do to you

I know someday I will never
I'll never go out on the road again
I know someday I will never

I ain't gonna roam the country side no more
I'm gonna hang up on those old Holiday 1nns, and
Heal my knees up from when I was doing it
On the floor
(See me doin' it. .. see me doin' it on the floor!…)

Don't you ever miss your
House in the country and your
Hot little mama, too
Don't you better get a
Shot from the doctor, what the
Road ladies do to you

 

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