Rocky Road Blues - Lyrics - Gene Vincent

Title: Rocky Road Blues
Artist: Gene Vincent
Composer(s): Edward Heyman, Frank Eyton, Johnny Green, Robert Sour

Lyric:
Well the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long
Ah, this old road is rocky but it won't be rocky long
Well, another man got my baby and gone

Well, I got the blues, I'm wearing the soles right outta my shoes
Aw, I got the blues, I'm wearing the soles right outta my shoes
My baby ran away and left me with the doggone blues
Ah, go home, yeah

Well, the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long, honey
This old road is rocky, won't be rocky
Well, another man got my baby and gone

Aw, you're gonna lap up this-a water till the old-old well runs dry, yeah
You're gonna lap up this-a water till the old-old well runs dry
Well, you never miss your baby till she says goodbye

Aw, this road is rocky but it won't be rocky long, honey
This old road is rocky but it won't be rocky long
Well, another man stole my baby and gone, let's go

You're gonna lap up all the water till the old-old well runs dry
Aw, you're gonna lap up all this-a water till the old-old well runs dry, yeah
You never miss your baby till she says goodbye

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The Road - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: The Road
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Sitting alone in my hotel
Looking in the mirror wondering, well
After all this time you never thought
You'd still be out on the road

Like a gypsy I was born to roam
Like a wanderer with no fixed abode
I think about the friends
I've left behind on the road

Well, the road's been rocky along the way
It's been a long, hard haul on the motorway
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
The bed and breakfasts and the greasy spoons
(The road)
The loser bars and the noisy rooms
(The road)
The casualties who did too many lines
(The road)
I'm wasted talent on women and wine

I think of all the friends I've left behind
Whenever it's time to get back out on the road

Started playing blues in a coffee bar
I took a trip down the Charing Cross Road
With my imitation Gretsch guitar
And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars

I saw a band called the Rolling Stones
I thought, "That's it, I'll get a band
I'm leaving home, I'm out on the road"

The motorways all over this land
(The road)
Far away places like Wigan and Birmingham
(The road)
Didn't have no name, didn't have any fans
(The road)
Didn't have no money, so we slept in the van

All those early gigs we ever played
Sometimes we were lucky if we even got paid
On the road

Pete played on the bass guitar
(The road)
Liked to get around, mixing with all the stars
(The road)
But Mrs. Avory's child was all fingers and thumbs
(The road)
But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums

While Dave, the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs
Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist
On the road

Everyday is when I can't get used to it
Everyday is when I can't get away
Another day, another freeway to face
That's the road

Well, life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
Jimi Hendrix, The Who, the Led Zeppelin and Free
(The road)
They took the road so it's alright by me
(The road)
Some are survivors, some are debris
(The road)
If you play in a band that's the road that you take

Living in it, eating in it, sleeping in it
You wake up in the morning, what do you see?
The road

Life is a road, it's a motorway
Lost a lot of good friends along the way
All the families and homes that I've left behind
To the wives and the lovers and friends who had their time

I say, "You take your road and I'll take mine"
(You take your road and I'll take mine)
You take your road and I'll take mine
(You take your road and I'll take mine)

Life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
Observed all the various phases from
Flower power, heavy metal and acid rock
And still all the critics keep saying
"Are they still around? When they gonna stop?"

It's just the dedicated followers of fashion who like putting down
All the well respected men who came dancing and are still on the road

(The road)
Sometime I get suicidal
(The road)
Now everyone is a rival
(The road)
Different cars, different bars and hotels
(The road)
Corporations, big business and egos

When it all gets too bad I think back
When we were all each other had
When we started out on the road

And there's gas in my tank
And I've still got a way to go
Another hotel, it's time to check out soon
As I look around the room

I think of all the friends I've left behind
On the road

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Memphis City Blues - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Memphis City Blues
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Marlon J Goodwin, Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Andy Thelusma

Lyric:
Said I got the blues
Said I got the blues
Memphis city blues

Yeah, light up the green, watch me light up the room
Watch me light up the mic, fat boy, be the truth
Nigga live and learn, learn the streets or get burned
Niggas take what you earn, they be slick as a perm
Man I try to be slicker, try to be cunning and quicker
Try to be more than just another broke ass nigga
In this game of life, lose your life in the game
Take a life full of pain, make you remember my name

From the home of the blues, thought I paid my dues
It's hard to fill my shoes, imitators abuse
I just love the music, like my heart and my brain
Couldn't live without it, that's impossible man
I'm unstoppable man, from the bottom I came
Niggas scratching for bread, stumbled up on the fame
Humble niggas with game, shut yo' mouth up and listen
Recognize, it's a blessing, thankful just to be living

I got the Memphis City Blues
Ooo, I could feel it now
The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping
And everybody we know used to play in them streets
Oh man, oh man, oh man

I got the Memphis City Blues
Ooo, I could feel it now
The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping
(This is how they put it down)
Everybody we know used to play in them streets
(We know)
Oh man, oh man, oh man

I had the Memphis City Jones running through my bones
Way, way back with A+ beepers and gray phones
Even further back when I was just playing around the yard
Riding bikes and shit, falling and getting my legs scarred
In the music city, Memphis Tenn, they turned me into this
My dad and a couple of my friends, they played instruments
And when we used to roll to school at 16
We bumped shit like Bobby Womack and Al Green

Hell, I knew most of the old school shit from front to end
I would start to memorize, four fives at age 10
I come from a city where R&B run deep
And the blues was the music that paved the whole street
It was only natural that we would take the torch and run wit it
Be serious, but still have a little fun wit it
MJG, from a town that runs real deep
Ask B.B. King and Isaac Hayes on Bill Street

I got the Memphis City Blues
Ooo, I could feel it now
The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping
And everybody we know used to play in them streets
Oh man, oh man, oh man

I got the Memphis City Blues
Ooo, I could feel it now
The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping
(This is how they put it down)
Everybody we know used to play in them streets
(We know)
Oh man, oh man, oh man

Yeah, on that pimping man, me and G was born and raised
Commodores, O Jays, Frankie Beverly and Maze
Windows rolled down, no AC cause the gas low
Bread at a minimum, but still we found a place to go
North to the South at my nigga house, chiefing out
Skipping school, learning what the Memphis City Blues 'bout
Me and G and a whole bunch of others
Had a rocky road to travel just to make the world love us

'Cause it's the Memphis City, really to call it itty bitty
Would be an understatement
We got big ass, cash, and titties
Big pimping working and hurt, the pockets of big tippers
Side dippers and big jails to hide niggas
But we stayed out, hard times, we prayed bout 'em
Nigga step up talking that shit and I laid out 'em
MJG rappin' the Memphis Tennie, you and I could feel it
Pass me some of the henny

I got the Memphis City Blues
Ooo, I could feel it now
The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping
And everybody we know used to play in them streets
Oh man, oh man, oh man

I got the Memphis City Blues
Ooo, I could feel it now
The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping
(This is how they put it down)
And everybody we know used to play in them streets
(We know)
Oh man, oh man, oh man


Said I got the blues
Said I got the blues
Said I got the blues
Gotta Jones in my bones
And it won't leave me alone
I got the blues

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