Roughrider ’89 Songtext
von The Sheepdogs

Every night
Such a lonely business
Hold me tight

Night after night
Midnight train to Memphis
Dead or alive, come on

When I′m on that lonely road, out traveling
But when I hear that whistle blow, I'm unraveling (′raveling)


Now's the time
We got to rise and win this
Long past my prime, come on

Time to go
I never unpacked my suitcase
And I slept in my clothes

Back on the road
Leaving is hell and heaven
No place like home

When I'm on that lonely road, out traveling
But when I hear that whistle blow, I′m unraveling (′raveling)


Night after night
Such a lonely business
Hold me tight, come on