Rosewood Bitters
by Michael Stanley

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

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

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

(And songs are just like ladies,
can't forget them when you're through,
and 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.

Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu.