Rolling Stone

I’m just the lucky tumbleweed, that’s hung up on her picket fence,

I don’t know what she sees in me, or why that girl ain’t called it quits

Cause she knows she‘ll have to share me with the wind

Everytime that highway calls again

She swears that I’m her rock but I know I’m nowhere near as strong

As that girl who loves a rambling man through midnight calls and someday plans,

Waiting on these headlights headed home

No it ain’t easy holdin on, when your rock’s a rolling stone

She never lets me see her cry as my taillights fade into that dust

She gets us through the lonely nights with love enough for both of us

Yeah she’s the tough I wish I was and

She swears that I’m her rock but I know I’m nowhere near as strong

As that girl who loves a rambling man through midnight calls and someday plans

Waiting on these headlights headed home

No it ain’t easy holding on, when your rock’s a rolling stone

She knows she‘ll have to share me with the wind

Everytime that highway calls again

She swears that I’m her rock but I know I’m nowhere near as strong

As that girl who loves a rambling man through midnight calls and someday plans

Waiting on these headlights headed home

No it ain’t easy holding on, when your rock’s a rolling stone

Girl I’m coming home

Yeah, your rolling stone