Paroles de The Way Of The Road
Twenties in my pocket, we're gonna have a time.Gonna wake up hammered and not have a dime.
Bill collector's calling, looking for my soul;
Too bad for him, there ain't nobody home.
I'm somewhere out there,
Burning the candle at both ends - it's the way of the road.
Do what you gotta do to roll along,
And I can't think of a better way
To spend my time living and not keep giving.
Oh, all sweet loves must come to an end,
But this you won't take away.
When I end up home, I find myself alone,
Counting down the days 'til the amps will explode.
I'm not the only one walking in these shoes.
Those of you who know, we wrote this song for you.
I'm somewhere out there,
Burning the candle at both ends - it's the way of the road.
Do what you gotta do to roll along,
And I can't think of a better way
To spend my time living and not keep giving.
Oh, all sweet loves must come to an end,
But this you won't take away.
Do what you gotta do to roll along,
And I can't think of a better way
To spend my time living and not keep giving.
Oh, all sweet loves must come to an end,
But this you can't take away.
Do what you gotta do to roll along,
And I can't think of a better way
To spend my time living and not keep giving.
Oh, all sweet loves must come to an end,
But this you won't take away.
When I end up home, I find myself alone,
Counting down the days 'til the amps will explode.
I'm not the only one walking in these shoes.
Those of you who know, we wrote this song for you.
I'm somewhere out there,
Burning the candle at both ends - it's the way of the road.
Do what you gotta do to roll along,
And I can't think of a better way
To spend my time living and not keep giving.
Oh, all sweet loves must come to an end,
But this you won't take away.
Do what you gotta do to roll along,
And I can't think of a better way
To spend my time living and not keep giving.
Oh, all sweet loves must come to an end,
But this you can't take away.
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