Too long on the road, my friend
Too long between rides
Too long between homes again
Too long without someone by my sideAnd 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 againToo much going down today
Just can't take it in
Too much running 'round today
Can't tell you where I've beenSeems that just like
Singing is the only thing to do
Only thing to help me pass the timeSongs are just like ladies
Can't forget them when you're through
And they're always on your mindAnd the rosewood bitters
Help me meet the sunshine in the morning
And the rosewood bitters
Help me through the night when I feel blueToo 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 knowsAnd easing into midnight
As the bitters pass around
Crying in my beerSinging someone else's troubles
Help to ease your own
Goodnight, Irene, my dearAnd the rosewood bitters
Help me meet the sunshine in the morning
And the rosewood bitters
Help me through the night when I feel blue