Lyrics

I saw an old man hold out his hand And I didn't care at all But spot a stray dog that's probably lost And I'll stop the car I know that something's off but I can't stop Rolling my golden way The past has long been prologue But I am on the case Everywhere I go they're trying to raise some dough But I didn't give a dime I spent eighty bucks on four bottles of wine And I didn't bat an eye I know that something's off but I can't stop Rolling my golden way The past has long been prologue But I am on the case Scary how easy it is to waste the day Staring at a screen While gathering dust, the stack of unfinished books That I'll have to start again I know that something's off but I can't stop Rolling my golden way The past has long been prologue But I am on the case
Writer(s): Carl Willard Broemel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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