Part Of The Load

Got mail this morning, leaving on Saturday. Two nights in Boston to write, Out on the road again. Five party yourselves, ladies and gents, I said, Hey, yeah. Whoa. So as the highways, they think about the way We do. Not trucks on a master, But only care for the gigs and shows. Make sure the glass don't see my down the Road. Oh, out on the road. Out on the road. Whoa, whoa, The road. Watch out, love. Watch out, love. Watch Out, love. on the road. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Down the, the road. Oh, yeah, down the the road. Down road. Whoa, The Road. Well, yeah, yeah. Down, Down, down. Watch out for the road. Whoa, Yeah, yeah. Oh. Oh. Pulling for Denver homes, Four thousand miles away. Write to you, lady, not knowing quite just what To say. You're all I know, you never have Gone away. No, no, no, no. No, Houston, Texas, Two hundred miles or so. Might stop for supper, we're just wanting to the Fish to go. No time to smile, no time To say once more. Hello, out on the road. Whoa, out On the road. Whoa, whoa, The road. Watch, out, love. Watch out for love. Bring It down. Oh, yeah. Bring it down. Oh, yeah. Hey, bring it down. Oh, yeah. Watch for the road. Down the road. Oh yeah. Part-time man. Part-time Friend. Love. Uh-huh. Down the road. Down the road. Oh Ah. Oh, oh. Whoa, oh. Down, Down, down road. Road, road. You're down. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Went down. Oh, went down. Down the road. In your den. That's part-time. That's That's Part-time. Oh yeah. Mmm. Down the road. Down, down. Down the road. Ooh yeah. Mmm. In your den. Ooh. Part-time Part-time. Road, road, road, road.