paroles de chanson On the Road - Sunset Sons

Smell smoke, perfume, whisky, and wine
And I'll drink down, oh I'm even blind
Photo flash starts to wake up my brain
I love the way the girls call my name
Hear the brake screech we pull up too
A nice little bar is filled with a few
My hand is pulled right straight through the crowd
Haha, well I'll tell you now

Baby I'll be on the road
Honey I ain't coming home
Honey I ain't coming home
I'm gonna be on the road
Honey
I ain't coming home
Baby don't call my phone
Ain't come home
Ain't come home
I'm gonna be on the road

I'll never leave morning, I'm feeling bad
This toothpaste stain is driving me mad
Pick up my bag run straight for the door
Forgot to get the girl on the floor
Laugh and cries as I enter in
The four wheel motor filled with a grain
Story and joke go rough through the car
Haha
We love going far

Baby I'll be on the road
Honey I ain't coming home
Honey I ain't coming home
I'm gonna be on the road
Honey I ain't coming home
Baby don't call my phone
Ain't come home
Ain't come home
I'm gonna be on the road

I'm gonna be on the road
I'm gonna be on the road
I'm gonna be on the road
I'm gonna be on the road

I'm gonna be on the road
Honey I ain't coming home
Baby don't call my phone
Ain't come home
Ain't come home