Too many nights in a roadhouse Too much wine, women, and song Too many days on the highway Then I run around all night long I take a good look in the mirror In the cold grey light of dawn Too many nights in a roadhouse Has run a little good boy wrong.
Runnin’ with my buddies on the wild side Caused me a run of bad luck Out all night with the roadhouse crowd Then I am down to my last two bucks. I’m pushin’ way too hard Tryin’ to live way too fast Puttin’ too many wrinkles on. Too many nights in a roadhouse Has run a little good boy wrong.
It’s some kinda life I was livin’ And it wasn’t too hard to tell. That the blues come around When the sun went down And my days didn’t fare too well. I sure did want a taste of the good life, Till the good times come along. Too many nights in a roadhouse Has run a little good boy wrong.