Rolling Stone
clways been more punk rock then one drop
Spent twenty-six nights at a truck stop
‘Cause I never been the type that punch clocks
Fit my whole damn life in a lunch box
There's been good times and tough talk
Hard lines and mugshots
But new achievements unlocked
With the beats that make your trunk rock
cin't so bad as a nomad
‘Til you have to go back home with your broke ass
Then you gotta mow grass ‘cause no you got no cash
Even though you just played shows that were so packed
Won't break ‘til I hear that bone snap
Won't quit ‘til I'm as dope as
George Jones, Boz Scaggs
I'm a Rolling Stone, topaz
Rolling, Rolling Stone
If you don't have one, you're always home
Rolling, lonesome road
If you don't have one, you're always home
(Big dreams and no means
Long roads and no sleep
Wheels on the concrete)
No home when I go home ain't got a place to call my own so
I just lay low kids with halos let me crash when I'm low on pesos
They know
That it all gonna come right back
Pull the rabbit from the hat
Yeah poof like that
Our cups runneth over so now every time we look back we can't help but to laugh
Been at it for years been all over the map
The growths exponential yeah you do the math
I'm humbled by all of the people who open their homes to a vagabond honing his craft
So thank you
We keep it movin' so it's time to hit the road
But y'all the only reason that I'm even coming home I'm a
Rolling, Rolling Stone
If you don't have one, you're always home
Rolling, lonesome road
If you don't have one, you're always home
(Big dreams and no means
Long roads and no sleep
Wheels on the concrete)
No rest for the weary, clearly
That's why I'm on the road every other day yearly
Because staying home works less than my hearing
We drive all night like Golden Earring
Learning but it's burning, searing
Humbled by that earnest feeling
Turning but there's no one steering
But I have no other way of dealing
I'm sorry that I missed your birthday
Please don't take it personally
Wanna be home in the worst way
But it's all in a work day
Can't wait til I hit that warm bed
cnd catch a cold shower when the tour ends
cnd get a back rub from my girlfriend
But it's still a long way home from Portland
Rolling, Rolling Stone
If you don't have one, you're always home
Rolling, lonesome road
If you don't have one, you're always home
