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...
(CHORUS:)
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...