Ladies and gentlemen
From Los Angeles, California
The Doors
A-keep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheel
A-keep your eyes on the road, your hand upon the wheel
Come to the Roadhouse, gonna have a real
A-good time
Yeah, at the back of the Roadhouse, they got some bungalows
At the back of the Roadhouse, they got some bungalows
That′s for the people who like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll
All night long
Yeah, Robby, come on
You gotta roll, roll, roll, gotta feel my soul, alright
Roll, roll, roll, roll, gotta feel my soul, you gotta
Ashen lady
Ashen lady
Give up your vows
Give up your vows
Save our city
Save our city
Right now
Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Yeah, the future's uncertain, the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll
All night long
Alright, alright, alright
Hey, listen, listen, listen, man
Listen, man, I don′t know how many you people believe in astrology
Yeah, that's right, that's right, baby
I am the Sagutaurus, the most philosophical of all the signs
But anyway, I don′t believe in it
I think it′s a bunch of bullshit myself
But I tell you this, man, I tell you this
I don't know what′s gonna happen, man
But I wanna have my kicks before the old shithouse goes up in flames, alright
Alright
Writer(s): Don Airey, Ian Gillan, Robert Ezrin, Steven Morse, Ian Paice, Roger Glover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
