Metho Blues - Cold Chisel

Road is hard and long

People carry on the best they can

Bring down one more day

Spending next week’s pay

One more day of chasing, catching, gross mismatching blues

But never satisfaction

Kings Cross is my home

And all night long I roam

Begging cents from foreigners and friends

Time’s a twisted road

And speed’s the only code

Life’s a winding highway, byway, do it my way blues

That never leads to answers

And metho is my friend

Yes, our love has one end

We’ll be wed 'till death or blindness part

Oh yeah

General health is poor

My eyes are soaking sore

Seeking for some night spot dancer, find no answer blues

Lord, please repeat the question