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Road Ladies (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ian underwood (rhythm guitar)
Jeff simmons (bass, vocals)
George duke (organ)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
The phlorescent leech and eddie (vocals)

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 shit 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.

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Road Ladies (Letra)

Frank Zappa

Frank Zappa

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

By: frank zappa as performed by nazareth

Said, don’t it ever get lonesome?
Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on the road?
No, don’t it ever get lonesome?
Don’t it ever get sad when you come here to seattle
On a four day show of the tour
And 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 make a young man blue?
Don’t it ever get lonesome?
Don’t it ever make a young man where he’ll just wanna go back home?
When the p.a. system eats it,
And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you’ve ever known.
Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma there?
Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma there?
Don’t you better get a shot when you find out what the
Road ladies do to you.
I swear someday i ain’t never,
I’m never gonna go out on the road again.
I swear someday i ain’t never, never, never, never,
Never, never, never, never, never, never
Gonna roam the country side.
No more.
I’m gonna hang up them ol’ holiday inns, dude
And watchin someone do it on the floor
Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma there?
Don’t you ever miss your house in the country
And your hot little mamma there?
Don’t you better get a shot when you find out what the
Road ladies do to you.
What the road ladies do to you!