It's A Long Old Road,

It's A Long Old Road, But I Know I'm Gonna Find The End.

I Don't Want No Drummer. I Set The Tempo.

There's Nineteen Men Livin' In My Neighborhood, Eighteen Of Them Are Fools And The One Ain't No Doggone Good.

Listen To My Story And Everything Will Come Out True

When My Bed Is Empty, Makes Me Feel Awful Mean And Blue. My Springs Are Getting Rusty, Living Single Like I Do.