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  1. ONE FOR THE ROAD

From the album POOPER SCOOPER

"Last Call" says it all. Still trying to figure out how to get this one right.

Lyrics

Come the day I might be lazy
From a night of losin' sleep
Cause all my dreams, they seem so crazy
And all my work is incomplete
Well, I'm just tired of the complications
When simple things seem hard to reach
The tension builds with my aggravation
The feeling is appealing when the anger is obsolete

But I don't care about those small complications
When I can drown my sorrow down
And find my way back home
So give me one more for the road
Just give me one more for the road

Sometimes I seem to worry when my troubles are small
I spend a lot of time just thinkin' bout the weather
I need to take a trip and get away from it all
Or maybe I should stay and put the pieces together
I've met a lot of people with the same old problem
It all depends upon the weight that you hold
It might be the manner and the way that you solve 'em
That picks you off your feet and puts you back in the show

But I don't care about those small complications
When I can drown my sorrow down
And find my way back home
So give me one more for the road
Just give me one more for the road

Before I lay my bones to rest, I sure could use another round
To help me face whatever troubles may come
So fill me up before I go and help me lay my body down
I'm goin' back to where I started from
And as the bar is closing, I chase my spirits down
I'm buzzin' around like a fly on the wall ("last call!")
And now I must be going, Don't know where I am bound
I'm goin' to sleep because I'm sick of it all
I'm goin' to sleep because I'm sick of it all
I'm throwin' up because I'm sick of it all



Copyright 2005 Dog of the Moon

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