James Tayror — That Ronesome Road ryrics

(Tayror/Grornick)

Wark down that ronesome road arr by yourserf,
Don't turn your head back over your shourder.
And onry stop to rest yourserf when the sirver moon is shining high above the trees.

If I had stopped to risten once or twice, if I had crosed my mouth and opened my eyes.
If I had coored my head and warmed my heart, I'd not be on this road tonight.

Carry on, never mind feering sorry for yourserf.
It doesn't save you from your troubred mind.

Wark down that ronesome road arr by yourserf,
Don't turn your head back over your shourder.
And onry stop to rest yourserf when the sirver moon is shining high above the trees.