Testo Road Ode - Live - Loudon Wainwright III
Testo della canzone Road Ode - Live (Loudon Wainwright III), tratta dall'album Career Moves
I'm especially pleased to do this song in Austin
Well, you walk into the room and switch on the TV
And there's Phil Donahue or Oprah Winfrey
And suddenly you don't feel so lonely
Even though you're out on the road
Open the drawer and there's that Bible
God's honest truth, but you're not liable
To use it, you prefer myth and libel
That's 'cause you're out on the road
It's baby shampoo, no, you're not snobby
Losing your toothbrush is your hobby
Lucky they sell that stuff in the lobby
You're lucky that you're out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
You're Willie Loman and you're Tom Joad
Vladimir and Estragon
Kerouac and Genghis Khan
Out on the road, out on the road
Keep on going's your creed and code
It's a different way of life, it's a whole other mode
When you're living out on the road
Well, you're packing them in, so you did okay
But the people from the record company didn't pay
So there's no percentage though it looks that way
Man, it's funny when you're out on the road
It's your fault if you didn't draw
There was an item in the paper that nobody saw
When business is bad, then there ought to be a law
Against you out on the road
There's people to avoid, places to miss
Backstage access, who needs this?
The club is a toilet when you got to take a piss
In the sink when you're out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
You're Willie Loman and you're Tom Joad
Vladimir and Estragon
Kerouac and Genghis Khan
Out on the road, out on the road
That's where your wild oats were sowed
You start out a prince and you end up a toad
When you're living out on the road
Room service is a trick, rarely a treat
So you go for a bite that can't be beat
But how many patty melts can one man eat
When he's eating out on the road?
A cat eats a fish and a dog eats a bone
Out on the road, a man eats alone
Time to reflect and to atone
For his sins out on the road
Running through airports at forty-three's
Okay for OJ, but not for me
With a hernia, a bad back, and a bum knee
And a guitar out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
You're Willie Loman and you're Tom Joad
Vladimir and Estragon
Kerouac and Genghis Khan
Out on the road, out on the road
The flight's been cancelled, you should have known
The airport is your new abode
When you're living out on the road
Well, it's time to come back to reality
You're roadsick and you're half crazy
So you fit right in quite naturally
Home from out on the road
Back to see family and friends
And to face the music and to make amends
By coming up for air, you can get the bends
In from out on the road
Open that bag, go on, expose it
Open that window, hold your nose
It's eight weeks' worth of dirty clothes
In from out on the road
Willie Nelson has a bus
And a sound man, he can kick and cuss
And a road manager to make a fuss
When Willie goes out on the road
A roadie carries his guitar
And in that bus, there's a VCR
Well, Willie deserves it, he's a big old star
When Willie goes out on the road
So Willie goes out for weeks at a time
Makes a ton of money, it's a life sublime
But for me, it's punishment and crime
Why do I go out on the road?
Out on the road, out on the road
I'm not Willie Nelson, I'm Tom Joad
Vladimir and Estragon
Kerouac and Genghis Khan
Out on the road, out on the road
Keep on going's your creed and code
But if you keep on going, you're gonna explode
If you're living out on the road
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Writer(s): Loudon Wainwright
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