Rosewood Bitters

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Too long on the road, my friend
Too long between rides...
Too long between homes again
Too long without someone by my side...

And 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 again...

Too much going down today
I just can't take it in...
Too much running 'round today
Can't tell you where I've been...

And seems that just like singing
Is the only thing to do
Only thing to help me pass the time...
Songs are just like ladies--
Can't forget them when you're through
But they're always on your mind...

And the rosewood bitters
Help me meet the sunshine
in the morning
And the rosewood bitters
Help me through the night
When I feel blue

Too few stop to pass the time
I guess that's how it goes...
So sure that there's much more than this
When really no one knows...

And easing into midnight
As the bitters pass around
Crying in my beer...
Singing someone else's troubles
Help to ease your own
Goodnight, Irene, my dear...

And the rosewood bitters
Help me meet the sunshine
in the morning
And the rosewood bitters
Help me through the night
When I feel blue