Road Ode

Another Loudon Wainwright III classic, and the opening song on his 1993 live album "Career Moves". I got these chords from listening to the recording, and watching a video of Frank Turner covering the song live :) (On the road again Paying my back taxes, road again) Well you walk into the room and switch on the TV And there's Phil Donahue or Oprah Winfrey And suddenly you don't feel so lonely Even though you're out on the road Open up the drawer and there's that bible God's honest truth, but you're not liable To use it you prefer myth and libel That's 'cause you're out on the road It's baby shampoo, no you're not snobby Losing your toothbrush is your hobby Lucky they sell that stuff in the lobby Lucky that you're out on the road Out on the road, out on the road You're Willy Loman, and you're Tom Joad Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Genghis Khan Out on the road, out on the road 'Keep on going' is your creed and code It's a different way of life; it's a whole other mode Living out on the road Well you're packin' 'em in so we did ok But the people from the record company didn't pay So there's no percentage, though it looks that way Man, it's funny when you're out on the road It's your fault, you didn't draw There was a item in the paper that nobody saw When business is bad then there ought to be a law Against you out on the road There's people to avoid, places to miss Backstage access, who need this? The club is a toilet when you gotta' take a piss in the Sink when you're out on the road Out on the road, out on the road You're Willy Loman, and you're Tom Joad Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Genghis Khan Out on the road, out on the road That's where your wild oats were sowed You start out a prince and you end up a toad Living out on the road Room service is a trick, rarely a treat So you go for a bite that can't be beat But how many patty melts can one man eat When he's eating out on the road? A cat eats a fish, a dog eats a bone Out on the road, a man eats alone Time to reflect and to atone for his Sins out on the road Runnin' through airports at 43 is okay for OJ but it's not for me With a hernia, a bad back and a bum knee and a Guitar out on the road Out on the road, out on the road You're Willy Loman, and you're Tom Joad Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Genghis Khan Out on the road, out on the road The flight's been canceled, you should have known The airport is your new abode Living out on the road (Let's go!) When it's time to come back to reality You're roadsick and you're half crazy So you fit right in quite naturally Home from out on the road Back to see family and friends And to face the music and to make amends But coming up for air, you can get the bends In from out on the road Open that bag, go on, expose it Open that window, hold you nose it's Eight weeks worth of dirty clothes In from out on the road Willie Nelson has a bus And a sound man he can kick and cuss And a road manager to make a fuss Willie goes out on the road A roadie carries his guitar And in that bus is a VCR Well Willie deserves it, he's a big old star Willie goes out on the road So Willie goes out for weeks at a time Makes a ton of money, it's a life sublime But for me it's punishment and crime Why do I go out on the road? Out on the road, out on the road I'm not Willy Nelson, I'm Tom Joad Vladimir and Estragon, Kerouac, Genghis Khan Out on the road, out on the road 'Keep on going' is your creed and code But if you keep on going, you're going to explode Living out on the road