Luyện nghe bài hát Road Ladies

Frank (guitar, vocals)
Ian (rhythm guitar)
simmons (bass, vocals)
George (organ)
Aynsley (drums)
The phlorescent leech and (vocals)

Don't it ever get
Yeah!
Sure lonesome
Don't it ever get sad you go out on the road?
Oh, there was one time in minneapolis.. when I thought I had the for sure
Don't it get lonesome?
Whoa-ho!
ain't the word
Don't it ever get sad when you go out on a day tour?

You got nothing but and promotors to love you
And a of laundry by the hotel door.

Don't it ever get
Don't it give a young man the blues?

Don't it get lonesome?
Don't it ever make a young man wanna go home?

When the p.a. eats it,
And the band plays of the most terriblest shit you've ever known.

Don't you miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma

Don't you ever miss your in the country
And your hot little too?

you better get a shot from the doctor for what the
Road do to you.

I know I will never,
I'll never go out on the again.

I someday I will never,
I ain't gonna roam the side.
No more.

I'm gonna hang up them ol' inns
And heal my up, from when I was doin' it on the floor
See me it!
See me doing on the

Don't you ever miss house in the country
And your hot mamma too?

Don't you ever miss your house in the
And hot little mamma too?

Don't you better get a from the doctor for what the
ladies do to you.