Rolling Stone

I made my way down the pch

I was stumbling drunk, like a fool

Up and packed my bags, hit the railroad tracks

Cause she don't treat me no good

Dear los angeles, you're pretty but,

You don't believe things I do

Cause you promised gold, but I'm growing old

And I'm tired of looking for you

So let me come back home

I don't wanna be rolling stone

I'm out here on my own, and I'm tired of being alone

Like a rolling stone

So I headed south, with my words in my mouth

And an old guitar in hand

And every night, beneath the neon lights

You can find me with some band

Oh nashiville, I love you still

But I couldn't pay my town

Cause your drinks aren't cheap, but your girl are free

And you know they'll treat you well

So let me come back home

I don't wanna be rolling stone

I'm out here on my own, and I'm tired of being alone

Like a rolling stone

Now I rest my eyes, on the upper east side

In a city too big for me

I made some friends where the sidewalk ends

They were ghosts I couldn't see

Oh new york, my voice is sore

Causa your people never sleep

And I fell in love in a punk rock club

And she's been lying to me

So let me come back home

I don't wanna be rolling stone

I'm out here on my own, and I'm tired of being alone

Like a rolling stone

Like a rolling stone

Like a rolling stone

Like a rolling stone