By: Frank Zappa as performed by Nazareth



Said, don't it ever get lonesome?

Don't it ever get sad when you go out on the road?

No, don't it ever get lonesome?

Don't it ever get sad when you come here to Seattle

                          on a four day show of the tour

And you got nothing but groupies and promotors to love you

and a pile of laundry by the hotel door. 

Don't it ever get lonesome?

Don't it ever make a young man blue? 

Don't it ever get lonesome?

Don't it ever make a young man where he抣l just wanna go back home? 

When the P.A. system eats it,

And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you've ever known. 

Don't you ever miss your house in the country

and your hot little mamma there? 

Don't you ever miss your house in the country

and your hot little mamma there? 

Don't you better get a shot when you find out what the

Road Ladies do to you. 

I swear someday I ain抰 never,

I'm never gonna go out on the road again. 

I swear someday I ain抰 never, never, never, never,

never, never, never, never, never, never

gonna roam the country side.

No more. 

I'm gonna hang up them ol' holiday inns, dude

and watchin someone do it on the floor

Don't you ever miss your house in the country

and your hot little mamma there? 

Don't you ever miss your house in the country

and your hot little mamma there? 

Don't you better get a shot when you find out what the 

Road Ladies do to you. 

What the road ladies do to you!