Troubled Roses
Always going from town to town
But trying to believe I might settle down, soon.
Making it to where the opportunities abound.
Racing chasing eyes embracing
Cast down highway moon.
You know I take to the road when I find that
The load on my mind has me blind to the times
I can have on a highway going my way.
Yeah, yeah, yeah and get led through
A bed full of life's Troubled Roses on my way,
A bed full of life's Troubled Roses on my way.
Living in cities where the lights never dim,
And trees raised in concrete grow slim and die.
People walking, talking, faces glum and grim,
Packing my thoughts, I give into a whim.
And I get on the move, get in a new groove,
And run with the sun
To some place near a highway where I can live my way.
I'm driven to livin' and learnin' life's lesson,
But possess an obsession for messin' around.
If I get in a rut and start sayin' "So what,"
And instead of cuttin', I just start puttin' things down,
I better take to the street before I get weak in the head,
And get led through a bed full of life's Troubled Roses on my way.
But trying to believe I might settle down, soon.
Making it to where the opportunities abound.
Racing chasing eyes embracing
Cast down highway moon.
You know I take to the road when I find that
The load on my mind has me blind to the times
I can have on a highway going my way.
Yeah, yeah, yeah and get led through
A bed full of life's Troubled Roses on my way,
A bed full of life's Troubled Roses on my way.
Living in cities where the lights never dim,
And trees raised in concrete grow slim and die.
People walking, talking, faces glum and grim,
Packing my thoughts, I give into a whim.
And I get on the move, get in a new groove,
And run with the sun
To some place near a highway where I can live my way.
I'm driven to livin' and learnin' life's lesson,
But possess an obsession for messin' around.
If I get in a rut and start sayin' "So what,"
And instead of cuttin', I just start puttin' things down,
I better take to the street before I get weak in the head,
And get led through a bed full of life's Troubled Roses on my way.
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Keelan
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Other Album Tracks
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- Rhythm of the World
- Nuclear Winter
- Rhythm of the World
- The Cruel War/Monday, Monday/Sweet Talking Guy (Medley/Live On The Ed Sullivan Show, October 29, 1967)
- Little Drummer Boy/The Christmas Song/Deck The Halls (Medley/Live On The Ed Sullivan Show, December 24, 1967)
- The Rain, The Park & Other Things (Live On The Ed Sullivan Show, October 29, 1967)
- We Can Fly (Live On The Ed Sullivan Show, December 24, 1967)
- "Hair"-A Cappella
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