I roll and I tumble, cried the whole night long. Yes I roll and I tumble, I cried the whole night long. I got up this morning, feeling that something going on wrong.
I roll and I tumble, cried the whole night long. Yes I roll and I tumble, I cried the whole night long. I got up this morning, feeling that something going on wrong.
July the second, it was nineteen sixty-three. I was servin' time for armed robbery. Four o'clock in the mornin', I was layin' back in my cell. I heard the whistle blow then I heard somebody yell.
You got a new way of walking, got a new way of talking. You think that you're fooling me and I can't dig it. Girl I got a message, coming down the wire.
Around the bend in the L&N1. They loaded it down with a lot of men. The whistle blow and through the switch. Nobody knew just-a which one switch. I'm ridin', ridin on the L&N.
Rain, rain falls down, empty streets. And I'm falling through the trees. And they're calling out for rain, rain. . Rain and it's plain to see. Rain, what it does to me.
She was a girl that would read your fortune. Like a bad musician she played it all wrong. Never had no rhyme or reason. She'd say your taste is out of season.
I'm sick of feeling trapped when. I walk down this dirty city streets. I don't know what to do about. The rats under my fucking feet. There's no law anymore.
A rule of thirds kind of life I live you'll discover. I'm mostly off to the side or often I'm under. You're like a vending machine that's gone out of order.
Turn, look, look out and see. Do you see me? 'Cause I think I see you. I've been some other place. The wind that I chase, it all just leads back to you.
Can you see the air change?. Can you see when a heart breaks?. I know that both do happen. But all I want is faith. . 'Cause I can feel this. And so much so I believe it.
If I had my way tonight,. I would surely change your mind. You might be surprised at what you see. I know I don't look the part,. don't turn it off before it starts.
Ooh, stealin', Colorado reelin'. Rocky Mountain breakdown. . Bow to the fiddler, don't be slow. Smoke on the mountain, fire on the bow. Pick out the tune, we love to hear.
Roll along, roll on. Rose of Cimarron. Dusty days are gone. Rose of Cimarron. . Shadows touch the sand and look to see who's standin'. Waitin' at your window, watchin' will they ever show?.
Get on down off your ladder. Come out from the rain. Can't you see that there's no one to blame. And I got that feelin'. That we're playin' the same old game.
In she comes a ridin' on a mornin' sunrise. I am left to believing all that is standing before my eyes. . And I wonder, now I wonder. Would the sun have shone ever so brightly alone?.
Too tough to handle, too much to hold. She goes round and round and round and round, the girl runs hot and cold. . What you gonna do when she's tired of you?.
Saturday feelin' like Sunday. And I really haven't made my way. A lost road. It's a blown up railroad. Got to find a new engineer today. . And it's twice as hard on my stride.
I take hits, Pull it through the Chamber,. I hold it in, My lungs are in Danger,. It tastes good, I can't deny the Flavor,. But to the buds, We ain't no Stranger,.
Roll it up then, confrontation. Smoke it up then, heal the nation. Roll it up then, burn the ganja. I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand.