Too many nights in a roadhouse
Too much wine, women, and song
Too many days on the highway
Then I run around all night long
I take a good look in the mirror
In the cold grey light of dawn
Too many nights in a roadhouse
Has run a little good boy wrong.
Runnin’ with my buddies on the wild side
Caused me a run of bad luck
Out all night with the roadhouse crowd
Then I am down to my last two bucks.
I’m pushin’ way too hard
Tryin’ to live way too fast
Puttin’ too many wrinkles on.
Too many nights in a roadhouse
Has run a little good boy wrong.
It’s some kinda life I was livin’
And it wasn’t too hard to tell.
That the blues come around
When the sun went down
And my days didn’t fare too well.
I sure did want a taste of the good life,
Till the good times come along.
Too many nights in a roadhouse
Has run a little good boy wrong.
