The Turnpike Inn
Go no farther: access denied down
byways, freeways of the past.
The superhighway tollhouse humbly
begs your pause, so just hold fast.
A word in ear, free marketeer suggests
you ponders, and takes your choice.
For right of passage, freight or message,
change your horses, raise your voice
in protest at the pretty penny
taken for your mortal sins.
But dally now in sweet surrender, drown
sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Beware the brigand, pistols drawn,
who offers life for modest fee
and ends his days like poor John Austin,
last man on the Tyburn Tree.
The palest ale, the stoutest porter
fortify the heart, the breast.
Weary head on eider pillow, horse
blanket over, down to rest.
Though we too steal from honest wage,
come lie with us, good kith and kin
and dally now in sweet surrender,
drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Drown your sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Though we too steal from honest wage,
come lie with us, good kith and kin
and dally now in sweet surrender,
drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
byways, freeways of the past.
The superhighway tollhouse humbly
begs your pause, so just hold fast.
A word in ear, free marketeer suggests
you ponders, and takes your choice.
For right of passage, freight or message,
change your horses, raise your voice
in protest at the pretty penny
taken for your mortal sins.
But dally now in sweet surrender, drown
sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Beware the brigand, pistols drawn,
who offers life for modest fee
and ends his days like poor John Austin,
last man on the Tyburn Tree.
The palest ale, the stoutest porter
fortify the heart, the breast.
Weary head on eider pillow, horse
blanket over, down to rest.
Though we too steal from honest wage,
come lie with us, good kith and kin
and dally now in sweet surrender,
drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Drown your sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Though we too steal from honest wage,
come lie with us, good kith and kin
and dally now in sweet surrender,
drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn.
Credits
Writer(s): Ian Anderson
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Homo Erraticus
- Thick as a Brick (Live In Iceland)
- Thick As A Brick - Live In Iceland
- Sunshine
- Bungle In The Jungle (in the style of Jethro Tull) [Karaoke Versions]
- Aqualung (in the style of Jethro Tull) [Karaoke Versions]
- For A Thousand Mothers (in the style of Jethro Tull) [Karaoke Versions]
- One
- Locomotive Breath (In the Style of Jethro Tull) [Karaoke Versions]
- Thick as a Brick 2
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