Текст песни Stoned - Orleans

Workin' all night and day
Playin' the time away
I just wanna go home
Put my feet up and get stoned

Back and forth to New York
Somebody please pull the cork
If I gotta be there
I just know I've got to be stoned

Who can depend on a life on the road?
Missing your friends and a-having no home
I'm not complaining, just let it be known
That the best way to dig it is to put on a load

Gettin' to sleep before dawn
Ain't something you can count on for long
When I gotta stay up
I count on the cup to get stoned

Studio hours always leave a mess
They don't give you no peace
And they don't give you no rest
Heaven knows I love that sweet music to death
When I'm dyin' from the hundredth take
I take out my very best bottle

Pour me a round
Things start to settle down
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em once and for all
And get stoned, plowed, Lord knows how
It makes it easy to get through it all