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They call this road a turnpike
Itâs hostile combat zone
The state of Pennsylvania
Must own every orange cone
Greasy truck-stop pizza
Leaves me feeling twice my age
But everythingâs forgotten
When I step out on that stage
And Iâm singing my songs
And itâs giving me thrills
And theyâre singing along
And throwing twenty dollar bills
Itâs the traveling little circus
That weâve all been dreaminâ of
Just livinâ like a gypsy
Itâs the life that I love
We head to New York City
And the road is full of holes
How many gigs does one band need
To break even on the tolls
Stuck in rush hour traffic
You can feel the burning rage
But everythingâs forgotten
When I step out on that stage
And Iâm singing my songs
And itâs giving me thrills
And theyâre singing along
Throwing twenty dollar bills
Itâs the traveling little circus
That weâve all been dreaminâ of
Just livinâ like a gypsy
Itâs the life that I love
Heading down the parkway
Under grey and rainy sky
Is that bridge too low
Or is the bus too high
When the final show is over
Weâre gonna make that engine whine
Nothing looks as pretty
As that Florida âWelcomeâ sign
Two weeks on the road
Leaves me feeling twice my age
But I know it wonât be long
Before Iâm right back on that stage
And Iâll be singing my songs
And itâs giving me thrills
And theyâll be singing along
And throwing twenty dollar bills
Itâs the traveling little circus
That weâve all been dreaminâ of
Itâs livinâ like a gypsy
Itâs the life that I love
And Iâm singing my songs
And theyâre singing along
- Álbum:
- Cover Your Tracks
- On the Road Too Long
- One Man Party
- Jim Morris The Live Guy
- Another Day At the Office
- Laid Back And Key Wasted
- Working Hard To Do Nothing
- Freaky Tiki Faces
- What I Do Best
- The Floating Opera
- Land Of No Mondays
- Bocanuts
- Bar Stools and Beach Chairs
- Bocannuts
- Laid Back & Key Wasted