Rocky Road Fairport Convention

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Come all you fine young bloods who think yourselves immune
From the traps that time will set in the sweetest tune
You must whistle up your wind and rosin up your bow
But none can foretell which is the path the restless muse will go

Oh, this rocky road, it makes the poor heart sore
If I ever get off this rocky road
I'll ne'er get on it any more

Oh, this rocky road, it makes the poor heart sore
If I ever get off this rocky road
I'll ne'er get on it any more

I usеd to take delight in my 'baccy and strong beer
I'd blow the smokе rings way up high and watch them disappear
And I'd drain the tumblers dry, just to loosen up my tongue
And I'd sing the weary miles behind with a rambling song

Oh, this rocky road, it makes the poor heart sore
If I ever get off this rocky road
I'll ne'er get on it any more

Oh, this rocky road, it makes the poor heart sore
If I ever get off this rocky road
I'll ne'er get on it any more