Road Ladies - Frank Zappa

Don't it ever get lonesome

Yeah

Sure gets lonesome

Don't 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

Don't it ever get lonesome

Whoa-ho

Lonesome ain't the word

Don't 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

Don't it ever get lonesome

Don't it ever give a young man the blues

Don't it ever get lonesome

Don't 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 sh*t you've ever known

Don't you ever miss your house in the country

And your hot little mamma too

Don't you ever miss your house in the country

And your hot little mamma too

Don't you better get a shot from the doctor for what the

Road Ladies do to you

I know someday I will never

I'll never go out on the road again

I know someday I will never

I ain't gonna roam the country side

No more

I'm 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

Don't you ever miss your house in the country

And your hot little mamma too

Don't you ever miss your house in the country

And your hot little mamma too

Don't you better get a shot from the doctor for what the

Road Ladies do to you