Stepanian The Road Lyrics

One more Sunday morning and I'm on the road again
Found myself the leader of this one man band
working next to nothing just to get me down
smoky bars in charlton just to get me by

often stayed to shortly, nothing is my home
i have no other family in this land i'm left to roam
every night's a mystery, some pointless one night stand
music is my life to me, my guitar in hand

If on the road you go under
If on the road you go down
Could you ask the bartender,
Please bring me another round

Well I head out of New England, right outside DC
I'm tripping over obstacles not big enough to see
Strumming down the Southern coast, playing show to show
Someday soon you may hear my voice on the tired radio

If on the road you go under
If on the road you go down
Could you ask the bartender,
Please bring me another round

Found myself a gambler and my pocket had a hole
Ran into the devil and you know we bargained for my soul
Said he knew my destiny, he knew where I would go
You'll play your music endlessly and never leave the road

If on the road you go under
If on the road you go down
Could you ask the bartender,
Please bring me another round

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