The Cowsills - Troubled Roses

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Always going from town to town
But trying to believe I might settle down, soon
Making it to where the opportunities abound
Racing chasing eyes embracing
Cast down highway moon
You know I take to the road when I find that
The load on my mind has me blind to the times
I can have on a highway going my way
Yeah, yeah, yeah and get led through
A bed full of life’s Troubled Roses on my way
A bed full of life’s Troubled Roses on my way
Living in cities where the lights never dim
And trees raised in concrete grow slim and die
People walking, talking, faces glum and grim
Packing my thoughts, I give into a whim
And I get on the move, get in a new groove
And run with the sun
To some place near a highway where I can live my way
I’m driven to livin' and learnin' life’s lesson
But possess an obsession for messin' around
If I get in a rut and start sayin' «So what,»
And instead of cuttin', I just start puttin' things down
I better take to the street before I get weak in the head
And get led through a bed full of life’s Troubled Roses on my way