Written by Peter Green.
Now the cupboards are empty
But baby you donзЈ? care
This way that IзЈЋ living
Now that youзЈ–e not here
IзЈЋ walkin?the road
But thereзЈ— a long long way to go
My socks need mending
TheyзЈ–e so full of holes
Take a look at my trousers
And man, how it shows
IзЈЋ walkin?the road
But thereзЈ— a long long way to go
I sit at the table
Since I got the news
IзЈЋ so full of cigarettes
And IзЈЋ drunk with the blues
IзЈЋ walkin?the road
But thereзЈ— 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
IзЈЋ walkin?the road
But thereзЈ— a long long way to go