On the road, it gets so lonely.
Far away from home.
Every night I cry myself to sleep.
I cry a river of tears.
And I lie in this bed.
And wish that you were here.

Nine A.M. there's a call on the phone.
My agent says, "I know you're not alone.
Kick the girl out, son.
There's a car outside to take you to the airport."
Twelve P.M. I'm on the plane.
The stewardess smiled 'cause I remembered her name.
She asked, "Where're you goin'?"
And I told her, "Honey, you should know that it's all the same."
The suit to my left, he gets all riled.
He says, "You're lucky that your life is wild!"
And I said, "Hey, man, that's just what it's like bein' on the road."

It gets so lonely far away from home.
Every night I cry myself to sleep.
I cry a river of tears.
And I lie in this bed.
And wish that you were here.

Four P.M. I'm at the club, checkin' sound in a dingy pub.
Then it's back to the room, where I drink some wine and take a nap in the tub.
Twelve A.M. I hit the stage.
The place is packed and they're on a rage.
I finish up with a love song.
Standing in the middle of a rain of thongs, curtains closed, and I hit backstage.
I say, "You better not be underaged!" to the girl on my lap while everyone's takin' their tops off.
Everyone's taking their tops off!

On the road, it gets so lonely.
Far away from home.
Every night I cry myself to sleep.
I cry a river of tears.
And I lie in this bed.
And wish that you were here.

Naked girls throw themselves at you and you do things you never thought you'd do.
All the Champagne that you can drink.
Man, it stinks.
I tell you, it sucks bein' on the road.

Four A.M. there's a knock on the door.
The afterparty's in the room next door.
Willie tells me that Hank drank all of the beer, but they're bringin' more.
That's about when I heard the scream.
It's the girls from the Pagan bikini team.
They're undressed to kill.
I hear they're rabid fans and they aim to please.
Johnny says that the party's wild.
I say, "I'll be there in a while.
As soon as I finish writin' this stupid postcard.
Writin' some girl this postcard."

On the road, it gets so lonely.
Far away from home.
Every night I cry myself to sleep.
I cry a river of tears.
And I lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie on the road.


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