Roadhouse Blues (An American Prayer 1978)

Текст песни Jim Morrison and The Doors - Roadhouse Blues (An American Prayer 1978)

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
From Los Angeles California
The Doors

Ah Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse
Gonna have a real good-time

Yeah, the back of the roadhouse
They've got some bungalows
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse
They've got some bungalows

They dance for the people
Who like to go down slow

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long

Do it, Robby, Do it!
You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul, alright
Roll, roll, roll, roll-a
Thrill my soul

*improv*

Ashen-Lady
Ashen-Lady
Give up your vows
Give up your vows
Save our city
Save our city
Ah, right now

Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer

The future's uncertain
And the end is always near

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long
...Alright! Alright! Alright!
Hey, listen! Listen! Listen, man! listen, man!
I don't know how many you people believe in astrology...

Yeah, that's right...that's right, baby, I...I am a
Sagittarius
The most philosophical of all the signs
But anyway, I don't believe in it
I think it's a bunch of bullshit, myself
But I tell you this, man, I tell you this
I don't know what's gonna happen, man, but I wanna have
My kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
Alright!