Song – Bein’ On The Road

Won’t you sing me some new song
That I ain’t heard before?
Your poor boy on the road songs
Are such a bloody bore
If it’s so lonely at the top
Whatcha up there for?
Won’t you sing me some new song
That I ain’t heard before

Chorus:
Won’t you quit your bitchin’ ’bout your bein’ on the road
Go tell it to the Eskimos because they love to be snowed
But I ain’t really goin’ for your terrible tale of woe
I’ve travelled that highway a few miles of my own
And if the weight’s too great to carry, please put down the load
But quit your bellyaching ’bout your bein’ on the road

Ah, you say you came through rain and snow and never, ever missed a show
Tell me about the rigours and the mortis on the road
Ah, but don’t complain to some poor lame who’s stuck in Terra Haute
He’ll get feisty if he’s got no other place to go
And if the weight’s too great to carry, please put down the load
Quit your bellyachin’ ’bout your bein’ on the road

You come in on your own Lear jet to a waiting limousine
Your liveried chauffeur holds the door like you’re some king or queen
Then he whisks you down the boulevard to the best hotel in town
Where fourteen prepubescent groupies wait to show you round

You have an interview with ‘Rolling Stone,’ you’ve got some heavy stuff to say
Then everyone adjourns eat at the famous ‘Chez Gourmet’
Where the manager picks up the check, then it’s time for you to go and play
Some music, for a couple hours, for ten thousand bucks a day

With ladies for your pleasure
And cocaine for your nose
It’s hard to be a music man
It’s hell out on the road

Chorus:
Won’t you quit your bitchin’ ’bout your bein’ on the road
Go tell it to the Eskimos because they love to be snowed
But I ain’t really goin’ for your terrible tale of woe
I’ve travelled that highway a few miles of my own
And if the weight’s too great to carry, please put down the load
But quit your bellyaching ’bout your bein’ on the road