(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