It's a bad night to be driving up to Emmittsburg
I'll call it off and go back home but I gave my word
Why do we drive this beat-up van to these funky bars
When we only make a hundred bucks to play our guitars
These old wipers ain't helping much in this snow tonight
I could call and tell a lie but I just would not feel right
To strand those kids up in that town on a Friday night
With nothing but a jukebox and a chance to fight
Oh Dougie it's cold tonight the snow is falling
I know you want to sleep
Dougie we can't stop now we got miles to go
And promises to keep
Miles to go and promises to keep
Miles to go and promises to keep
Week after week year after year we play the bars
I love the songs I love the crowds I'm getting kind of tired
Mama says if we took a job down at the factory
We could stay home every weekend and watch tv
But remember what we promised when we were young
We would always try to live the life of the songs we sung
Hey Dougie bang on that heater try to make it work
We'll have to push to make it there by eight o'clock
Oh Dougie it's cold tonight the snow is falling
I know you want to sleep
Dougie we can't stop now we got miles to go
And promises to keep
Miles to go and promises to keep
Miles to go and promises to keep