burdon, eric
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 strong and eager 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