We all go on a two-month tour Nearly work ourselves sick Now we don't know where all the money goes But we sure ain't gettin' rich I think the bad men in New York and LA Are givin' us the ol' run around You bring fifty thousand home And he's says you're over drawn It'll just about get you down Just about get ya down But we keep on pickin' and we keep on singin' And we try and try to get high so we can keep on grinnin' Oh you wish you had a home and someone of your own To love you when you get back in town But this kinda life don't cotton to a wife It'll just about get you down Just about get ya down (Keep on pickin' keep on singin') (Keep on pickin' keep on singin') Yeah you got fortune and fame and a well-known name Aw you're really flyin' high Whether you're rock or country or blues or funky We're all made the same inside
Livin' in fear of the later years when nobody's gonna want you around Yes the brothers of the road all share the same load And it'll just about get you down If you let it it'll bring you down You gotta keep on pickin' you gotta keep on singin' And you try and you try to stay high so you can keep on grinnin' You spend a lotta time alone and talkin' on the phone To the latest love that you found Then cry over the girl you really wanted in your world It'll just about get you down If you let it it'll bring you down Just keep on pickin' just gotta keep on singin'... Livin' in fear of the later years when nobody's gonna want you around Yes the brothers of the road all share the same load And it'll just about get you down Lawd it's got a lot of us down But I'm gonna keep on pickin' You gotta keep on pickin' you gotta keep on singin'...