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Lyrics

The Rolling Stone

I picked you up out past the levee
Where your momma and daddy couldn’t see
They never cared too much for you going out
They never cared too much from me
Your daddy said girl why don’t you leave him alone
You know that boy ain’t worth two cents
Why don’t he go out and get himself a real job
Those songs he sings won’t ever pay your rent

It’s the same sad, always gonna end bad
Story about a hopeless boy
They’ve been singing it all along
But I bet one day they’re in a different frame of mind
When I’m on The Rolling Stone
On The Rolling Stone

I had a job down at the factory
Getting checks back home in the mail
You always told me, boy don’t get to cozy
Cause your dreams ain’t up for sale
I remember how they thought I was crazy
When I drug up and just walked away
But I ain't never gonna take no preaching
From folks with nothing good to say

It’s the same sad, always gonna end bad
Story about a hopeless boy
They’ve been singing it all along
But I bet one day they’re in a different frame of mind
When I’m on The Rolling Stone
On The Rolling Stone

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