Out On The Road Lyrics

"Oh well, out on the road, it's dark and it's cold" Said my mother as she passed by Well, you'll never stick it long enough You're a fool to even try
Well, you've gone off with a band of men All addicts, skit's, and bums So you think you will enjoy your life In the tenancy and the slums
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li Out on the road is where your Uncle died Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li I have no time for you on the road
Playing music ain't no way to live It's hungry, cold, and slack And if you walk out that door my son Well, you won't be coming back
But it's down the pub, all my friends are there And there's no place that I'd rather be So, you think this life will engulf me? Well, I'll tell you we'll just wait and see
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li Out on the road is where your Uncle died Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li I have no time for you on the road
So I kissed my tearful Father At the door and I left him there With five bottles of Bushmill's And two on my chair We set out for the county Clare
And it's Ceili's jigs and booze in Killrush Dooneed can be quite a thrill And I won't come back 'till I've made my name Until I have had my fill
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li Out on the road is where your Uncle died Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li I have no time for you on the road
Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li Out on the road is where your Uncle died Tur ra la, tu ra la, tu ra la, li I have no time for you on the road
I have no time for you on the road I have no time for you on the road