Текст песни: Joe Walsh - Rosewood Bitters








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

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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

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