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 got to be stoned

Who can depend on a life on the road
Missin' your friends and havin' no home
I'm not complainin' just let it be knowed
That the best way to dig is to put on a load

Gettin' to sleep before dawn
Ain't somethin' you can count on for long
But when I gotta stay up I count on that cup to get stoned

Studio hours always leave you a mess
They don't give you no peace
They don't give you no rest
Heaven knows I love that sweet music to death

And when I'm dyin' from the hundredth take
I take out my very best bottle
And pour me a round
Things start to settle down
If you can't beat'em
Join 'em once and for all and get