Road Ladies

By: Frank Zappa as performed by Nazareth Said, don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever get sad when you go out on the road? No, don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever get sad when you come here to Seattle On a four day show of the tour And you got nothing but groupies and promotors to love you And a pile of laundry by the hotel door Don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever make a young man blue? Don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever make a young man where he抣l just wanna go back home? When the P.A. system eats it And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you've ever known Don't you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mamma there? Don't you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mamma there? Don't you better get a shot when you find out what the Road Ladies do to you I swear someday I ain抰 never I'm never gonna go out on the road again I swear someday I ain抰 never, never, never, never Never, never, never, never, never, never Gonna roam the country side No more I'm gonna hang up them ol' holiday inns, dude And watchin someone do it on the floor Don't you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mamma there? Don't you ever miss your house in the country And your hot little mamma there? Don't you better get a shot when you find out what the Road Ladies do to you What the road ladies do to you!