Rocky Road

歌詞

All you fine young bloods must think yourselves immune From the traps that time will set in the sweetest tune You must whistle up your winds and rosin up your bow But none can foretell which is the path the restless muse will go Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more I used to take delight in my 'baccy and strong beer I'd blow the smoke rings way up high, watch them disappear And I'd drain the tumblers dry, just to loosen up my tongue And I'd sing the weary miles behind with a rambling song Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more Well, I've roamed around this world and I've rode the clouds and the waves I've met with poor men who were kings and rich men who were slaves And I've knelt beneath the spires and I've heard some holy men Bend the words to fit the world as it seems to them Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more Oh, this rocky road, it makes a poor heart sore If I ever get off this rocky road, I'll ne'er get on it any more Not any more Not any more