Traffic - Rock `N` Roll Stew

Sitting in a transit all night long
Playing clubs and rocking right on
The road's much too long since I've been wasting my time
Wish I was home again sipping my wine

And I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care
'Cause I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care
It's where I'm from, I'm on the road again

L.A. to London is a mighty long time
Eight hours flying can bring you down
Sitting near a suit who's a red-neck going
His eyes are moving but there's no life showing

And I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care
'Cause I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care
It's where I'm from, I'm on the road again

Now that I'm home again
Things sure much better
Biding my time with my little go-getter

No matter what they say
No matter what they do
Gonna end up in the middle of that rock 'n' roll stew

And I'll be gone, gone, gone, I don't care
'Cause I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care
It's where I'm from, I'm on the road again

Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone

Traffic - Rock `N` Roll Stew

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