Lyrics Road Ladies - Frank Zappa

Road Ladies

Dont it ever get lonesome?
Yeah!
Sure gets lonesome
Dont it ever get sad when you go out on the road?
Oh, there was one time in minneapolis.
when I thought I had the clap for sure
Dont it ever get lonesome?
Whoa-ho!
Lonesome aint the word
Dont it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour?
You got nothing but groupies and promotors to love you
And a pile of laundry by the hotel door.
Dont it ever get lonesome?
Dont it ever give a young man the blues?
Dont it ever get lonesome?
Dont it ever make a young man wanna go back home?
When the p.a.
system eats it,
And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit youve ever known.
Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma too?
Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma too?
Dont you better get a shot from the doctor for what the
Road ladies do to you.
I know someday I will never,
Ill never go out on the road again.
I know someday I will never,
I aint gonna roam the country side.
No more.
Im gonna hang up them ol holiday inns
And heal my knees up, from when I was doin it on the floor
See me doing it!
See me doing on the floor
Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma too?
Dont you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma too?
Dont you better get a shot from the doctor for what the
Road ladies do to you.