Roadhouse Songtext
von Travis Sinclair

You clocked up a thousand clicks
The white line is playing tricks
Your eyes feel like lead
You′ve had enough then up ahead
You see a roadhouse

You carry on, your mind's a blank
Running low on empty tank
Nature calls, hunger strikes
You burn out, you see the light
You find a roadhouse

Roadhouse, roadhouse
Oasis on the long highway
Roadhouse, roadhouse
You get a hot coffee, pack of the blue
You fill her up and push on to another roadhouse


A thick mist rolls in
The fog lights are too dim
You throw a tread, change a tyre
I keep the rig my one desire
To make a roadhouse

Roadhouse, roadhouse
Oasis on the long highway
Roadhouse, roadhouse
You get a quick shower, bucket of chips
Water and oil and over the pits
Another roadhouse

You clocked up a thousand clicks
The white line is playing tricks
Your eyes feel like lead
You′ve had enough then up ahead
You see a roadhouse


Roadhouse, roadhouse
Oasis on the long highway
Roadhouse, roadhouse
You get a hot coffee, pack of the blue
You fill her up and push on to another
Roadhouse, roadhouse
Oasis on the long highway
Roadhouse, roadhouse
Another roadhouse