(G. Liszt, based on Rocky Road Blues by Bill Monroe)
Loves sort of a blood sport
Pay to play
Beat, be beaten
Fade, fade away
Dad said son
Its the song not the singer
The roads rocky
Boy dont bring her
My hearts been broken
And wracked by grieving
I can take it
Im getting her back by leaving
I had a good love
And it turned out worthless
I feel like a clown
At a burned out circus
Its not my fault
She blinded me with fineness
No whining
I finally know what the time is
Im happy to say
That I learned the lie
Im on a highway driving
Her turn to cry
The road is rocky but its time to roam
The road is rocky but its time to roam
Some other mans got my woman
Its rocky but Ill find a home
Id stay awake until daybreak
Itd make my back throb
Shed come back
Talking like a wack job
Too many nights
Of her faking and treachery
Been steadily breaking
And making a wretch of me
She made me love her
She made me suffer
Im through with this cheating
Im through with the mistreating
The road is rocky but its time to roam
The road is rocky but its time to roam
Some other mans got my woman
Its rocky but Ill find a home
The road is rocky but it wont be long
The road is rocky but it wont be long
Some other mans got my woman Im gone