I got an old guitar But I got no strings I got a microphone But no song to sing I got vocabulary But nothing to say I got an open road & Nowhere to go But nowhere to stay I try to roll with the punches But the punches keep rolling with me If I feel, like I do I'm gonna track down a two lane black top In a mercury away from you I'm gonna let you down I'm gonna let you down I'm gonna let you down Because it all went south When she came around Feel You've got to sweat this pain it's Real You've got to seat this pain it's Real You've got to sweat this Your girl from Queens Her talk ain't cheap She gonna rat on the neighbour Who ratted bout the favour I done served so sweet She's gonna let you down She's gonna let you down Because it all went south When she came around Feel You've got to sweat this pain it's Real You've got to sweat this pain it's Real You got to sweat this If I could dream Of love supreme Then some time again In a great open plain, honey Is where we'll meet Feel You've got to sweat this pain it's Real You've got to sweat this pain it's Real You got to sweat this