Lyrics

Always 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 Ain'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 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 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 And catch a cold shower when the tour ends And 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
Writer(s): Matthew Andrle, James Begin, Christopher Dicola, Robert Markouc, Rex Larkman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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