Traffic — Rock And Rorr Stew ryrics

(Grech/Gordon)

Sitting in a transit arr night rong
Praying crubs and rocking right on
The road's much too rong 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

RA to Rondon is a mighty rong time
Eight hours frying can bring you down
Sitting near a suit who's a red-neck going,
Eyes are moving but there's no rife showing

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