(Loudon Wainwright III)
You walk in the room, switch on the TV
Steffi's playing tennis on Channel Three
Suddenly you don't feel so lonely
Even though you're back on the road
Open up the drawer and there's a bible
God's own truth, but you're not liable
To read it - you prefer myth and libel
That's because you're out on the road
And there's no shampoo, but you're not snobby
Losing your toothbrush is your hobby
Sometimes they sell that stuff in the lobby
If you're lucky when you're out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
You're Kerouac, you're Tom Joad
You've got some new songs and an old banjo
And you're living out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
You keep on going, it's your creed and code
A different kind o' life, it's another mode
Living out on the road
Well, you're packing them in so you're doing OK
But the record company didn't pay
So there's no percentage - well, looks that way
Funny when you're out on the road
Or, it's your fault that you didn't draw
There was an ad in the paper that nobody saw
When business is bad there ought to be a law
Against you when you're out on the road
There are people to avoid, there are places to miss
Backstage access, who needs this
The club is a toilet and you've got to take a piss
In the sink when you're out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
That's where your wild oats were sowed
You start out a prince, you end up a toad
You're living out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
You're Kerouac, you're Tom Joad
You've got some new songs and an old banjo
And you're living out on the road
Room service is a trick but rarely a treat
So you go for the bite that can't be beat
But how many pizzas can one man eat
Eating out on the road
A cat eats a fish, a dog eats a bone
Out on the road a man eats alone
Time to reflect and time to atone
For his sins when he's out on the road
Running through airports at fifty-three
Is OK for Hamish but not for me
With a hernia, a bad back, a bum knee
And a banjo out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
Your flight's been cancelled - I should have known
The airport is your new abode
When you're living out on the road
Then it's time to go back to reality
You're road-sick and you're half crazy
So you fit in quite naturally
Home from out on the road
You're back to see the family and friends
To face the music and make amends
Coming up for air you can get the bends
When you're in from out on the road
Open up the bag - go on, expose it
Open that window, hold your nose
Eight weeks' worth of dirty clothes
In from out on the road
And Willie Nelson has a bus
And a sound man he can kick and cuss
And a road manager to make a fuss
When Willie goes out on the road
In the bus there's a VCR
And a roadie carries his guitar
Well, Willie deserves it, Willie's a star
When Willie goes out on the road
And Willie goes out four weeks at a time
Makes a ton of money, has a life sublime
But for me it's punishment and crime
Why do I go out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
You're Kerouac, you're Tom Joad
You've got some new songs and an old banjo
And you're living out on the road
Out on the road, out on the road
You keep on going, it's your creed and code
If you keep on going you're going to explode
Some day when you're out on the road
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)