Too long on the road, my friend



Too long between rides



Too long between homes again



Too long without someone by my side







And Lord, there's something 'bout a sad song



That helps to ease the pain...



Here I am, Lord, just singing up a storm



And I'm all alone again...







Too much going down today



Just can't take it in



Too much running 'round today



Can't tell you where I've been







Seems that just like singing in the only thing to do



Only thing to help me pass the time



Songs are just like ladies--can't forget them when you're through



And they're always on your mind...







And the rosewood bitters



Help me meet the sunshine in the morning



And the rosewood bitters



Help me through the night



When I feel blue







Too few stop to pass the time



Guess that's how it goes



So sure that there's much more than this



When really no one knows







And easing into midnight



As the bitters pass around



Crying in my beer



Singing someone else's troubles



Help to ease your own



Goodnight, Irene, my dear...







And the rosewood bitters



Help me meet the sunshine in the morning



And the rosewood bitters



Help me through the night



When I feel blue