gonna change Like the clouds I'm rollin' on Hey, Merle Haggard I know what you mean When you say sing me back home Got my wheels stretched out on a
gonna change Like the clouds I?m rollin? on Hey, Merle Haggard I know what you mean When you say sing me back home Got my wheels stretched out on a
Fordítás: Fekete Stone Cherry. Rollin 'On.
gonna change Like the clouds I?m rollin? on Hey, Merle Haggard I know what you mean When you say sing me back home Got my wheels stretched out on a road
luggage to the coliseum Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum Changin' my zones, drinkin' cocktails on cellular phones I tour with Anthrax, through Texas with the Rolling Stones
Lights out on 42nd street in New York City The Ohio's runnin' backwards down in Louisville, Kentucky There's a fire on the plains of Kansas City, Kansas
I was a young boy Sittin' in an old house trippin' on rock & roll You were A pretty little girl who never listened to what you were told Maybe someday
roll I roll like I roll I got an open road And a restless soul The Rolling Stones on the radio And I roll like I roll Cause' I roll like I roll I roll
Back woods gold And I'm back on the road Playin' moonshine games But the taste is gonna be the same Hotrods to hell And the angels are rollin'
land And we must resist them on every level. As outsiders we have few right with which to oppose them, But on our own, together, we seek them. They have
gone, gone, gone Take my bones, I don't need none Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on! Suck all day on a cherry stone Dig a little hole, not
niggaz everybody knows (everybody knows) They freak them bitches from head to toe (from head to toe, from head to toe) They're the rolling stones, the
on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
my luggage to the coliseum Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum Changin my zones, drinkin cocktails on cellular phones I tour with Anthrax, through Texas with the Rolling Stones
turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine sippin' Rose all along Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry red chariot excess is just my character All black
