Tossers - Out On The Road lyrics

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"Oh well, out on the road, it's dark and it's cold"

Said my mother as she passed by

Well, you'll never stick it long enough

You're a fool to even try

Well, you've gone off with a band of men

All addicts, skit's, and bums

So you think you will enjoy your life

In the tenancy and the slums

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li

Out on the road is where your Uncle died

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li

I have no time for you on the road

Playing music ain't no way to live

It's hungry, cold, and slack

And if you walk out that door my son

Well, you won't be coming back

But it's down the pub, all my friends are there

And there's no place that I'd rather be

So, you think this life will engulf me?

Well, I'll tell you we'll just wait and see

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li

Out on the road is where your Uncle died

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li

I have no time for you on the road

So I kissed my tearful Father

At the door and I left him there

With five bottles of Bushmill's

And two on my chair

We set out for the county Clare

And it's Ceili's jigs and booze in Killrush

Dooneed can be quite a thrill

And I won't come back 'till I've made my name

Until I have had my fill

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li

Out on the road is where your Uncle died

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li

I have no time for you on the road

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li

Out on the road is where your Uncle died

Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li

I have no time for you on the road

I have no time for you on the road

I have no time for you on the road