Go no farther: access denied
Down byways, freeways of the past
The superhighway tollhouse humbly
Begs your pause, so just hold fast
A word in ear, free marketeer suggests
You ponders, and takes your choice
For right of passage, freight or message
Change your horses, raise your voice
In protest at the pretty penny
Taken for your mortal sins
But dally now in sweet surrender
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn

Beware the brigand, pistols drawn
Who offers life for modest fee
And ends his days like poor John Austin
Last man on the Tyburn Tree
The palest ale, the stoutest porter
Fortify the heart, the breast
Weary head on eider pillow
Horse blanket over, down to rest
Though we too steal from honest wage
Come lie with us, good kith and kin
And dally now in sweet surrender
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn
Drown your sorrows at the Turnpike Inn
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn
Though we too steal from honest wage
Come lie with us, good kith and kin
And dally now in sweet surrender
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn
Drown sorrows at the Turnpike Inn