Tekst Utworu

A one, a two, a one two three We've been doin' this longer than you've been alive Propelled by some mysterious drive And they still let me do it as weird as that seems And I do it most nights and then again in my dreams Infinite hallways and giant hotels Dressing room looks bout as good as it smells Bottles of whisky and bottles of beer There's a bottle of medicine somewhere round here We've been in nightclubs and we've been in bars Honky-tonks and theaters from Memphis to Mars Most of our shows were a triumph of rock Although some nights I might have been checking the clock I'm only human though I'm super at times I jump off of risers I should not have climbed Rock jumps won't kill you 'til one of them does Well they'll say "He died doing what he loved" We got our share of loving in our past Although we were all looking for someone who'd last Well, it must be hard to get partnered with me Some narcissism, some OCD Well Love that comes easy's a fake or a fluke Love is a marathon, sometimes you puke Speaking of which there has been alcohol Oceans and oceans, but that isn't all Mountains of weed, a handful of pills None of the hard stuff, that shit kills We've been doin' this longer than you've been alive Twenty good years of about twenty-five One, two, three Rock 'n' roll's been very very good to me The open road's is the only place I wanna be X2 I'm not crazy about songs that get self-referential And most of this stuff should be kept confidential But who even gives half a fuck anymore You should know the truth, it's both a blast and a bore Rock stars were once such mythical creatures Up there with Presidents, playmates and preachers Aw now you just do it cause it's what you do They throw underwear 'stead of money at you Now I've made a living out of shaking my ass And if you offer me an office, I'd have to pass But our jobs are all jobs, and sometimes they suck I love what I do, and I've had pretty good luck All the fans are all clapping screaming and squealing And I won't lie to you, that's a pretty sweet feeling And I might butt heads with the guys in my band But I never once went to work for The Man The men and the woman like you have been hurt We're sharing this night that will soon be a blur We've been doin' this longer than you've been alive Get on the bus, and tell the driver to dri-i-ive Rock 'n' roll's been very very good to me The open road's the only place I wanna be 3X I said: The open road's The only place I wanna be Oh yeah Y-E-A-H...!
Writer(s): Stewart Ransom Miller, Murry Hammond, Philip Wayne Peeples, Kendall Dewayne Bethea Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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