3 acessos
We weren't in it for the glory
We weren't in it for the fame
We made precious little money
But we did it just the same
With high odds stacked against us
And every door tight closed
We just kept right on keeping on
That never-ending road
The road goes on forever
It never seems to end
We just turned up and gave our all
Wherever we were sent
While the management and the record company got all the dough
The promoter got the sex, the roadie got the drugs
And we got the rock 'n' roll
We never thought about tomorrow
Couldn't remember yesterday
Crammed ourselves in a transit van
And headed on our way
We had breakdowns, breakups, broken hearts
And often broken heads
It was us against the whole damn world
And sometimes against ourselves
And looking back across the years
If we didn't laugh, we'd cry
It was a priceless education
That money couldn't buy
For the management and the record company got all the dough
The promoter got the sex, the roadie got the drugs
And we got the rock 'n' roll
If you've never worn the t-shirt
You've no right to criticise
There's a whole lot more to seeing
Than what comes through the eyes
For the road's a heartless highway
It'll take all you can give
It won't say please or thank you
But it'll teach you how to live
The road goes on its own way
Doesn't matter where it ends
The worst thing that can happen
Is to die without a friend
For the management and the record company got all the dough
The promoter got the sex, the roadie got the drugs
And we got the rock 'n' roll
The promoter got the sex, the roadie got the drugs
But we got the rock 'n' roll