| Song | The Ballad Of The Thoughtful Rover |
| Artist | The Tossers |
| Album | Purgatory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Duggins, Tossers | |
| Well although | |
| I've labored most of my days | |
| I truly enjoy the work | |
| But not too much | |
| I really must say | |
| On my roving | |
| I won't shirk | |
| Well everyone has fear and pain | |
| And a lot of folks fear the dole | |
| Work'll scramble your mind | |
| It'll scramble your brain | |
| But also will the dole | |
| Well everyone has fear and pain | |
| And most folks fear the dole | |
| But I'd rather be lying at home beside | |
| The true love that | |
| I know And the friends | |
| I love the most | |
| Oh the memory of the open road | |
| And the first mountain you saw | |
| As your small eyes stood looking down | |
| Did you ever fear the dole? | |
| Oh in agony | |
| I'd pray for my workday to end | |
| And I'd find myself relieved each day and month and year | |
| And soon enough | |
| I know I'll find myself that day | |
| Incapable and unclear, knowing death is here | |
| Well if we're loved then they'll let us come home | |
| Or in time they may let us go | |
| And we need no extreme paradigm | |
| Contented in our minds | |
| For contentment's just inside | |
| So as we roll on throughout time | |
| I will wonder what's on your mind | |
| For laboring grinds you down and leaves you dry | |
| But so will the dole in time | |
| But so will being broke in time |
| zuo qu : Duggins, Tossers | |
| Well although | |
| I' ve labored most of my days | |
| I truly enjoy the work | |
| But not too much | |
| I really must say | |
| On my roving | |
| I won' t shirk | |
| Well everyone has fear and pain | |
| And a lot of folks fear the dole | |
| Work' ll scramble your mind | |
| It' ll scramble your brain | |
| But also will the dole | |
| Well everyone has fear and pain | |
| And most folks fear the dole | |
| But I' d rather be lying at home beside | |
| The true love that | |
| I know And the friends | |
| I love the most | |
| Oh the memory of the open road | |
| And the first mountain you saw | |
| As your small eyes stood looking down | |
| Did you ever fear the dole? | |
| Oh in agony | |
| I' d pray for my workday to end | |
| And I' d find myself relieved each day and month and year | |
| And soon enough | |
| I know I' ll find myself that day | |
| Incapable and unclear, knowing death is here | |
| Well if we' re loved then they' ll let us come home | |
| Or in time they may let us go | |
| And we need no extreme paradigm | |
| Contented in our minds | |
| For contentment' s just inside | |
| So as we roll on throughout time | |
| I will wonder what' s on your mind | |
| For laboring grinds you down and leaves you dry | |
| But so will the dole in time | |
| But so will being broke in time |
| zuò qǔ : Duggins, Tossers | |
| Well although | |
| I' ve labored most of my days | |
| I truly enjoy the work | |
| But not too much | |
| I really must say | |
| On my roving | |
| I won' t shirk | |
| Well everyone has fear and pain | |
| And a lot of folks fear the dole | |
| Work' ll scramble your mind | |
| It' ll scramble your brain | |
| But also will the dole | |
| Well everyone has fear and pain | |
| And most folks fear the dole | |
| But I' d rather be lying at home beside | |
| The true love that | |
| I know And the friends | |
| I love the most | |
| Oh the memory of the open road | |
| And the first mountain you saw | |
| As your small eyes stood looking down | |
| Did you ever fear the dole? | |
| Oh in agony | |
| I' d pray for my workday to end | |
| And I' d find myself relieved each day and month and year | |
| And soon enough | |
| I know I' ll find myself that day | |
| Incapable and unclear, knowing death is here | |
| Well if we' re loved then they' ll let us come home | |
| Or in time they may let us go | |
| And we need no extreme paradigm | |
| Contented in our minds | |
| For contentment' s just inside | |
| So as we roll on throughout time | |
| I will wonder what' s on your mind | |
| For laboring grinds you down and leaves you dry | |
| But so will the dole in time | |
| But so will being broke in time |