The Road

The road, the road is a killer

Backed up by devious men

The road, the road is a killer

But you'll always go back again

Twenty percent of my money

It's twenty percent of my soul

You got to understand baby

I live, I don't play this rock'n'roll

Out on the road, on the road

Twisted, wicked highway

Long and lonesome road

You walk on stage and you're blinded

Losing you way in the night

Sixty thousand people are waiting

so you do a crazy dance in the light

In the morning you're back on the highway

Looking for that pot of gold

You started out so young and strongand eage

Oh well, now you're lonely and you're cold

The road, the road is a killer

It sneaks up at you from behind

It makes you a slave in the long run

It takes your body, soul and your mind

Sometimes I wonder how it all began

Sometimes I see myself given up for dead

I got to get back on the highway

And find my dream

Long long and winding

It will make you breakdown and scream