He was a friend of mine And he was a friend of mine I just can't keep from cryin' 'Cause he was a friend of mine He died on the road I stole away and cried He never done no wrong Every time I think of him He just kept on moving

So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow

Living the dream like a London Queen I never thought I'd be living in the USA Doing things the American way When I'm driving on the wrong side of the road I feel like JFK you know Right away from Holloway I said "Mum, this isn't a holiday Listen up, I

I don't ever want to hate you So don't show me your bed The only roads are cul-de-sacs The only ends are dead It's not part of the plan So keep your charm where I can't see it And your hands where I can The first thing that she said Temptation, greets

For the road It's quarter to three There's no-one in the place 'Cept You and me. So set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story I think you should know We're drinking my friend, To the end of a brief episode

Rock and roll band, everybody's waitin' Getting' crazy, anticipatin' Love and music, play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, we were just another band out of Boston On the road and tryin' to make ends meet Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our

That's how I'll always be I'll always be a fan of ol' stray dogs and guitars playin' One room churches, back road walks and front porch swingin' Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple things I'm a little more beer bottle beer joint than a fancy

And we roll I take off time to time With those crazy friends of mine Head out on steel horses With wheels and we ride We burn up that road to old Mexico Blend in with the desert Just we amigos Cowboys like us sure do have fun

How's that steel horse ride on the streets of gold? Does the promised land have any ol' back roads? Ain't a doubt you've done a burnout on a cloud Knowin' you, you probably laid her down Have you revved it up while the angels sang? Did God get on ya, did

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only