| Sitting alone on my hotel
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| Looking in the mirror wondering, «well
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| After all this time you never thought you’d still be out on the road?»
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| Like a gypsy I was born to roam
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| Like a wanderer with no fixed abode
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| I think about the friends I’ve left behind on the road
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| Well, the road’s been rocky along the way
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| It’s been a long, hard haul on the motorway
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| But if it gets too smooth it’s time to call it a day
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| (On the road)
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| The bed and breakfasts and the greasy spoons
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| (The road)
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| The loser bars and the noisy rooms
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| (The road)
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| The casualties who did too many lines
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| (The road)
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| Wasted talent on women and wine
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| I think of all the friends I’ve left behind
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| Whenever it’s time to get back out on the road
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| Started playing blues in a coffee bar
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| I took a trip down Charing Cross Road
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| With my imitation Gretsch guitar
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| And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars
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| I saw a band called the Rolling Stones
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| I thought, «that's it, I’ll get a band
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| I’m leaving home, I’m out on the road.»
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| The motorways all over this land
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| (The road)
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| Far away places like Wigan and Birmingham
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| (The road)
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| Didn’t have no name, didn’t have any fans
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| (The road)
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| Didn’t have no money so we slept in the van
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| All those early gigs we ever played
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| Sometimes we were lucky if we even got paid
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| On the road
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| Pete played on the bass guitar
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| Liked to get around, mixing with all the stars
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| But Mrs. Avory’s child was all fingers and thumbs
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| But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums
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| While Dave the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs
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| Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist
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| On the road
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| Everyday is when I can’t get used to it
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| Everyday is when I can’t get away
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| Another day, another freeway to face
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| That’s the road
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| Well, life is a road, it’s a motorway
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| And the road gets rocky along the way
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| But if it gets too smooth it’s time to call it a day
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| (On the road)
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| Jimi Hendrix, The Who, the Led Zeppelin and Free
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| They took the road so it’s alright by me
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| Some are survivors, some are debris
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| If you play in a band that’s the road that you take
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| Living in it, eating in it, sleeping in it
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| You wake up in the morning, what do you see?
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| The road
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| Life is a road, it’s a motorway
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| Lost a lot of good friends along the way
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| All the families and homes that I’ve left behind
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| To the wives and the lovers and friends who had their time
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| I say, «you take your road and I’ll take mine.»
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| (You take your road and I’ll take mine)
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| You take your road and I’ll take mine
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| (You take your road and I’ll take mine)
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| Life is a road, it’s a motorway
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| And the road gets rocky along the way
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| But if it gets too smooth it’s time to call it a day
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| (On the road)
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| Observed all the various phases from
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| Flower power, heavy metal and acid rock
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| And still all the critics keep saying
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| «Are they still around? |
| When they gonna stop?»
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| It’s just the dedicated followers of fashion who like putting down
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| All the well respected men who came dancing and are still on the road
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| Sometime I get suicidal
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| Now everyone is a rival
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| Different cars, different bars and hotels
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| Corporations, big business and egos
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| When it all gets too bad I think back
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| When we were all each other had
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| When we started out on the road
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| And there’s gas in my tank and I’ve still got a way to go
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| Another hotel, it’s time to check out soon
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| As I look around the room
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| I think of all the friends I’ve left behind
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| On the road |