The Ballad Of The Thoughtful Rover Lyrics - The 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