You’ll see me in the barroom of an old bordello
Drinking whiskey sours like someone else that you know
Or playing the blues beneath a wasteland light
I ain’t, coming home tonight
And singing the Internationale
Never asked for any more than i could carry
Tying to turn from a crud to a king
Go anywhere and do anything but

Don’t play that rock and roll
Don’t head out on the road
Outside it’s 17 below
Don’t go to Buffalo

Yeah aimless drifting and endless waiting
It’s only my time that’s slowly wasting
Have another chaser have another beer and
Get the hell out of here
Fast women and slow horses
Drinking joints and unreliable sources
Cash my cheques and lay my bets
Fish for a cigarette but

Don’t play that rock and roll
Don’t head out on the road
Outside it’s 17 below
Don’t go to Buffalo

‘Cos there’s so many other places
So many other faces
So many other ways to be

Don’t play that rock and roll
Don’t head out on the road
Outside it’s 17 below
Don’t go to Buffalo

Don’t play that rock and roll
Don’t head out on the road
Outside it’s 17 below
Don’t go to Buffalo