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ON THE ROAD
by Pistol Pete Midtgard
Telephone
rings at 12:15
Are you gonna stay? Do you want the room cleaned?
Well, thank you, Ma'am, but that ain't the plan
I gotta wash my ass and I gotta get in the van
I'm on the road, I'm on the road
Grand
Slam, Southern Slam, Moons Over My Hammy
Coffee is weak and the food is bland
The band van looks like a big ass trash can
But look at me, Mom, I'm in a Rock-n-Roll band
I'm on the road, I'm on the road
Chorus:
Well, the road is long and week after week
You got so many low money promises to keep
And miles to go before you sleep
But home ain't where my heart has ever been
Soon as I'm back, I can't wait to go again
Now, it don't matter where I'm going
It only matters where I've been
Every
night is like Saturday night
And every day is like Sunday afternoon
Truck stop tapes are $4.99
And Conway Twitty, he shore sings fine
I'm on the road, I'm on the road
Beautiful
scenery, America's a great place
Another town, another not-so-pretty face
But as long as there's a road that's paved
Gonna roll on down it 'til they put me in my grave
I'm on the road, I'm on the road
Chorus
Copyright
and Publishing 2002 Adequate Music A.S.C.A.P.
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