By: frank zappa as performed by nazareth
Said, dont it ever get lonesome?
Dont it ever get sad when you go out on the road?
No, dont it ever get lonesome?
Dont it ever get sad when you come here to seattle
On a four day show of the tour
And you got nothing but groupies and promotors to love you
And a pile of laundry by the hotel door.
Dont it ever get lonesome?
Dont it ever make a young man blue?
Dont it ever get lonesome?
Dont it ever make a young man where hell just wanna go back home?
When the p.a. system eats it,
And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit youve ever known.
Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma there?
Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma there?
Dont you better get a shot when you find out what the
Road ladies do to you.
I swear someday I aint never,
Im never gonna go out on the road again.
I swear someday I aint never, never, never, never,
Never, never, never, never, never, never
Gonna roam the country side.
No more.
Im gonna hang up them ol holiday inns, dude
And watchin someone do it on the floor
Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma there?
Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma there?
Dont you better get a shot when you find out what the
Road ladies do to you.
What the road ladies do to you!
