Stoned

(albüm: Orleans - 1973)

Working all night and day
Playing the time away
I just wanna go home put my feet up and get stoned

Back and forth to New York
Somebody please pull the cork
If I gotta be there I just know I got to be stoned

Who can depend on a life on the road
Missing your friends and having no home
I'm not complaining just let it be knowed
That the best way to dig is to put on a load

Getting to sleep before dawn
Ain't something you can count on for long
But when I gotta stay up I count on that cup to get stoned

Studio hours always leave you a mess
They don't give you no peace
They don't give you no rest
Heaven knows I love that sweet music to death

And when I'm dying from the hundredth take
I take out my very best bottle
And pour me a round
Things start to settle down
If you can't beat'em
Join 'em once and for all and get

Stoned, plowed, lord knows how
It makes it easy to get through it all