♪♪ ♪ Lonely, lonely troubadour, I know that you've been here before, but there ain't no cure for restlessness, man ♪ ♪ If you came to run from your bad reputation, it's sleeping wherever you land ♪ ♪ Well, Stacey and I, did you get into a fight? Are you more drunk than you were last week? ♪ ♪ When I call you on the phone, you are never alone, and your jaw's so closed when you speak ♪ ♪ She said, run down the road, go where you need to go, but I need you to understand ♪ ♪ There ain't no home, and there is no cure for a no-good rambling man ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Lonely, lonely troubadour, you ain't the boy you were before, this world is truly thick in your skin ♪ ♪ Cause everyone you talk to, acts like they walked through hell with you way back when ♪ ♪ Who are you to say I can't live this way? I was born to be a man of the night ♪ ♪ I'm twelve foot tall, and I'm living proof that highway boys don't die ♪ ♪ So run down the road, go where you need to go, but I need you to understand ♪ ♪ There ain't no home, and there is no cure for a no-good rambling man ♪ ♪♪♪ How we doing, Red Rock? ♪♪♪ ♪ She said, run down the road, go where you need to go, but I need you to understand ♪ ♪ There ain't no home, and there is no cure for a no-good rambling man ♪ ♪♪♪ Hope everyone's feeling alright. I, uh... I released an album a long time ago called The And. My entire family's here. Not to be depressing, she is not, and I wish she was. Um... This is a song I wrote for her called Sweet Damn.