Rosewood Bitters

(Joe Walsh, M. Stanley)

So many roads to walk,
I guess that’s how it goes.
So many words to talk,
No one really knows.
The ways to say the meaning,
For the meaning of the name.
Here I am Lord walking down the road.
And I’m on my own again,
With the Rosewood Bitters.

Too much going on today,
Hard to draw the line.
Can’t see too long this way,
Just who finds the time.
Prisoners of the moment, I know it don’t seem right.
Here I am Lord one more for the road,
Good night I mean good night.

And the Rosewood Bitters wake me with a smile in the morning.
And the Rosewood Bitters help me with the times I feel blue.