it wasn't open it wasn't closed it was outside it was inside when i came to, yeah i was alone and so i rolled stone back home as i wonder if it's real
fur tree and a mammoth stone that said a??Hessea?? in huge Helvetica bold letters. It looked more like a marquee than a tombstone. And around the corner was this tiny stone
glory and then you got none One day you're a diamond and then you're a stone Everything can change in the blink of an eye So let the good times roll before
stole. I thought you wanted my money, But you plundered my soul. (Plundered my soul) I hate quittin', But I'm close to admittin' I'm a sorry case. But on quiet reflection, My sad
la la la la la Fa la la la la Fa la la la la la Fa la la la la We have a remedy You'll appreciate No need to be so sad He's only late We'll bring you
to please And I need you you you I need you you you I need you you you I need you you you Oh, sometimes I feel like I feel a little sad inside
sidewalk Listening to the sad songs on the radio I wanna go home Give me back my car keys and my stereo Give me back my tee shirt from the rolling stones
right here in the studio? Jim: I dont know, I wont do that again Austin: Well, obviously not that guitar! Ha Ha Ha! Hey ya can't get all sad about
, "Let's do it", I jumped up and said, "Let's get to it" And brother, I want you to know that I got stoned Every little thought I'm thinking could be sad
me Walkin' alone in the prison yard Seein' eyes that seem to see me so hard Crawlin' like a snake right back in to my room Feelin' like a dead man rolling
me Crawlin' like a snake right back in to my room Walkin' alone in the prison yard Seein' eyes that seem to see me so hard Feelin' like a dead man rolling
ways Now I don't really care no more 'bout nickels and a dime The one I love is all I need to help me spend my time Somebody came and rolled away my stone
Cards out on the table A genius with no label But not quite, not quite God, I swear it's good to be back home Waiting for the newest rolling stone All
alcoholics and junkies Riding in 77 caddies smoking on Woollies tote on long rusty revolvers Sticking up young workers for they packages Like fuck coppers cuz basically the Rolling Stones
years for 2 rocks My block be crazy, my homey pushing daisies Never had a chance to see his unborn baby Ain't that sad black rolling in the Cadillac
skivor ska brytas! Rikky rock 'n' roller Rikky rock'n' roller Now that you're the headline Dum dum dum dum dum-ee-doo-aa Rikky rock'n' roller Don't it
him She whispers to a shadow and finds him gone Way out in the barn a single lamp is burning She faintly hears a radio play a sad old cowboy song She
'm first in line at the DMV I'll sweet talk you just give me the keys I don't have a curfew in my mind Well, little Katie and me, like rolling stone