Written by Peter Green.


Now the cupboards are empty
But baby you don磘 care
This way that I磎 living
Now that you磖e not here
I磎 walkin?the road
But there磗 a long long way to go

My socks need mending
They磖e so full of holes
Take a look at my trousers
And man, how it shows
I磎 walkin?the road
But there磗 a long long way to go

I sit at the table
Since I got the news
I磎 so full of cigarettes
And I磎 drunk with the blues
I磎 walkin?the road
But there磗 a long long way to go

I gave you my loving
I gave you my car
Now I gotta keep moving
To the next backstreet bar
I磎 walkin?the road
But there磗 a long long way to go