The End of the Road - The Stanley Brothers

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This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end of the throat "It's suicidal", she wrote This is the end of the show, it's over We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma We don't love these hoes, our hearts got colder It's hard out here for a lonely stoner I know I'm doin' drugs, but so what? Just pray to God, I never throw up I pray to God, my plug got pour up I pray to God, my plug still show up I know the last time we tried to rob him He lucky, bro'nem ain't fuckin' off him I'm drinkin', drivin' in the Bentley coupe, so It's hard for me to drive, move too slow I told you, baby, I ain't saving no hoe I only save the money, anti-hero I burn my old clothes and got some new clothes I left my old hoes and got some new hoes My brother got a chopper, and it's kickin' like Judo He shootin' while I'm drivin' the two-door This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end of the throat "It's suicidal", she wrote This is the end of the show, it's over We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end of the throat "It's suicidal", she wrote This is the end of the show, it's over We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma I'm smokin' dope 'til I'm in a coma The moon rock on me, I love the aroma I get so high that I'm in the clouds with the fallen angels Demons with halos She love the coke but not Coca-Cola But she'll still pop it like a soda for ya Her name rings bells like a Motorola I lay the bitch off like I'm her employer And she gon' ride like a rollercoaster And I'm gon' hide when the love is over But it's far from over, losing composure In a coffin, laying stiff like a boulder This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end of the throat "It's suicidal", she wrote This is the end of the show, it's over We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end of the throat "It's suicidal", she wrote This is the end of the show, it's over We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma

Gotta get away from you Fast as I can Too much for me baby More than my heart can stand Like a kid behind the wheel You been reckless with my heart If I stay around you'll surely tear it all apart The road's got to end somewhere Every road has got to end somewhere Now is the time for the show down So let me give you the low down We've come to the end of our road Just think about all those nights You left me at home lonely You only did it cause you knew I love you only Runnin' around with every girl in town I'm tellin' you boy No longer will I be your clown Sayin' the road's got to end somewhere Sayin' every road has got to end somewhere Sick and tired of your stuff Said enough is enough We've come to the end of our road Ain't no sense in your beggin' and pleadin' Talkin' bout I'm not the one that you're needin' Said I done had my fill of you Hurt me so through the years I've done sure enough run out of tears Telling you I couldn't cry if I wanted to Said the road's got to end somewhere Well now every road has got to end somewhere Time and again I begged you to slow down So I'm givin' you the low down We've come to the end of our road

I wandered again to my home in the mountains Where in youth's early dawn I was happy and free I looked for my friends but I never could find them I found they were all rank strangers to me Everybody I met seemed to be a rank stranger No mother or dad not a friend could I see They knew not my name and I knew not their faces I found they were all rank strangers to me. Now they've all moved away said the voice of a stranger To a beautiful home by a bright crystal sea And some day I'll meet them all up in Heaven Where no one will be a rank stranger to me.

Down the road here from me there's an old holler tree Where you lay down a dollar or two Go on round the bend come back again There's a jug full of that good ole mountain dew Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew Now Mr. Roosevelt told 'em just how he felt When he heard that the dry law 'd gone through If your liquors too red it'll swell up your head You better stick to that good ole mountain dew Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew The preacher rode by with his head hasted high Said his wife had been down with the flu He thought that I o'rt to sell him a quart Of my good ole mountain dew Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew Well my uncle Snort he's sawed off and short He measures four feet two But feels like a giant when you give him a pint Of that good old mountain dew Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew