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(Bill Mumy/Earl Brown) |
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The wind howls through Chicago |
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And winter there is still bitter cold |
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And old D.C. |
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Looks just the same to me |
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And I'm still on the road |
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The cable cars still climb San Francisco |
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Carrying their busy load |
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New York hasn't changed |
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The apple's still the same |
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And I'm still on the road |
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Hi old friend, how you been |
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That's right it's me again |
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One more time, yeah I'm feeling fine |
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Let's do this thing and make it shine |
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Oh the road gets tawdry and tiresome |
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Sometimes I think I'm ready to fold |
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But I feel half my age |
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When I'm stanging on stage |
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And I'm glad I'm still on the road |
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One night stands far from home |
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Singing some lonesome song |
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But when they light the lights and I hear the band |
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I know I'm right where I belong |
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I've got thousands of smiles to remember |
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And I've heard so many sweet stories told |
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I don't have a shread of regret |
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And it's a real safe bet |
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That next year I'll be still on the road |
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Yes I'll always be still on the road |
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And I'm happy I'm still on the road |
