They got a road out in Alaska now
I hear that you can go there
Tell me about Montana
With the blue, blue mountain air
I know your honey's got the money
I can understand your wanderlust
Brother and boy, for me these days
It's refrigerator or bust

I ain't got no words for going
I got no longing for your open road
Don't get found rolling into town 
Tugging on a heavy load
You gotta give me the nights with the city lights
And the people buzzing everywhere
One hand upon the parking meter
The other on her easy chair

I'll send her roses, send her roses everyday
If I don't go down another dirt road
I don't think it's gonna hurt my day
I'll send her roses, send her roses once in awhile
I'm a long, long way from outta here 
But you know I'm gonna go in style

Well, I was rolling around Boston town
Wasn't hardly anybody I know
Got to singing low for the first three rows
Putting on a lousy show
Well, then I met her, I had to let her 
Buy my lunch, I got the flowery plate
I'm telling you why, good brother don't laugh
Think I got me one suitable mate

I'll send her roses, send her roses every day
If I don't go down another dirt road
I don't think it's gonna hurt my day
I'll send her roses, send her roses by the dozen
I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl
And she told me she liked my loving

I'll send her roses, send her roses every day
If I don't go down another dirt road
I don't think it's gonna hurt my day
I'll send her roses, send her roses by the dozen
I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl
And she told me she liked my loving