rocky road

Lyrics

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