Brothers of the Road

We all go on a two-month tour

Nearly work ourselves sick

Now we don't know where all the money goes

But we sure ain't gettin' rich

I think the bad men in New York and LA

Are givin' us the ol' run around

You bring fifty thousand home

And he's says you're over drawn

It'll just about get you down

Just about get ya down

But we keep on pickin' and we keep on singin'

And we try and try to get high so we can keep on grinnin'

Oh you wish you had a home and someone of your own

To love you when you get back in town

But this kinda life don't cotton to a wife

It'll just about get you down

Just about get ya down

(Keep on pickin' keep on singin')

(Keep on pickin' keep on singin')

Yeah you got fortune and fame and a well-known name

Aw you're really flyin' high

Whether you're rock or country or blues or funky

We're all made the same inside

Livin' in fear of the later years when nobody's gonna want you around

Yes the brothers of the road all share the same load

And it'll just about get you down

If you let it it'll bring you down

You gotta keep on pickin' you gotta keep on singin'

And you try and you try to stay high so you can keep on grinnin'

You spend a lotta time alone and talkin' on the phone

To the latest love that you found

Then cry over the girl you really wanted in your world

It'll just about get you down

If you let it it'll bring you down

Just keep on pickin' just gotta keep on singin'...

Livin' in fear of the later years when nobody's gonna want you around

Yes the brothers of the road all share the same load

And it'll just about get you down

Lawd it's got a lot of us down

But I'm gonna keep on pickin'

You gotta keep on pickin' you gotta keep on singin'...