Road of the Rock 'n' Roll - Traditional, Jay Unger, Jen Bloom

It was down in New York City in the year of '73

A man they just called Dino came a-walkin' up to me

He said, "How do you do young lady, and would you like to go,

And spend the summer get tin' rich on the road of the Rock n Roll?"

I being out of employment to old Dino I did say,
"This goin' out in the Rock n Roll world depends upon the pay
But if you pay good wages, transportation to and fro
I'll spend the summer havin' fun on the road of the Rock n Roll

We crossed the Mississippi; our tour had just begun
The first damn job we went to play the sound man didn't come
The crowd became unruly and they wouldn't let us go
The promoter ripped us off that night on the road of the Rock n Roll

Now the food it was McDonalds; it was meat I could not chaw
We'd stay up on road aspirin which was against the law
We'd drive all day and play all night in some forgotten hole
And sleep in someone else's bed on the road of the Rock n Roll

Now the men they were numerous; I'll not deny that here
They'd drive you to distraction with the grinding of the gears
Good booze and too much cocaine most everywhere you go
These are the lubrications of the road of the Rock n Roll

Well, our tour it bein' over old Dino he did say
The boys have been extravagant and they were in debt to him
Oh, we begged and we pleaded but still it was no go
So we ripped off his equipment on the road of the Rock n Roll

Now it's goodbye to all the roadies and promoters wearing beads
And the leaguers who attended my urges and my needs
I'm a-goin' on back to folk clubs where the audience is small
And you'll never see my ass again on the road of the Rock n Roll
Oh no, you'll never see my ass again
On the road of the Rock n Roll

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