Rosewood Bitters - Joe Walsh

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

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

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