(Pat McLaughlin)

They got a road out in Alaska now
I hear that you can go there
Tell me about Montana
With the cool blue mountain air

I know your honeys got the money
I can understand your wanderlust
Brother, and boy, for me these days
Its refrigerator or bust

I ain't got no words for going
I got no longing for your open road
Don't get found rollin' into town
Tuggin' on a heavy load

You've gotta give me the nights with the city lights
And the people buzzin' everywhere
One hand upon the parking meter
The other on her easy chair

I'll send her roses
Send her roses everyday
If I don't go down another dirt road
I don't think it's gonna hurt my day
I'll send her roses
Send her roses once in awhile
I'm a long, long way from outta here
But you know I'm gonna go in style

--- Instrumental ---

Well, I was rollin' around Boston town
Wasn't hardly anybody I know
Got to singin' low for the first three rows
Puttin' on a lousy show

Well then I met her
I had to let her buy my lunch
I got the flowery plate
I'm telling you why
Good brother don't laugh
Think I got me one suitable mate

I'll send her roses
Send her roses every day
If I don't go down another dirt road
I don't think it's gonna hurt my day

I'll send her roses
Send her roses by the dozen
I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl
And she told me she liked my lovin'
I'll send her roses
Send her roses every day
If I don't go down another dirt road
I don't think it's gonna hurt my day

I'll send her roses
Send her roses by the dozen
I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl
And she told me she liked my lovin'...