Il testo della Rock & roll stew

Sitting in a transit all night long
Playing clubs and rocking right on
The road's much too long since i've been wasting my time
Wish i was home again sipping my wine

And i'm gone, gone, gone, i don't care
'cause i'm gone, gone, gone, i don't care
It's where i'm from, i'm on the road again

La to london is a mighty long time
Eight hours flying can bring you down
Sitting near a suit who's a red-neck going,
Eyes are moving but there's no life showing

Now that i'm home again
Things are much better, biding my time with my little go-getter
No matter what they say, no matter what they do,
Gonna end up in the middle of that rock & roll stew
Gone, gone, gone ...