Rolling Stone

I wanna be a rolling stone
 Rolling to the land don't touch the sky
 Taking on my way by the wind that blows
 Setting to the sun for a thousand miles
 I am the right taste
 To the wrong bite
 I'm a lover mostly when the time is right
 I'm my own rule
 I'm a coward I'm a fool
 I'm a builder but cannot tear apart
 Curse my stubborn heart
 Momma did you hear I'm coming home
 I'd love to find a place where I can lie
 The well's run dry
 The gardens overgrown
 I'll help as best I can before July
 I'm a phone ring on a cold night
 I'm the wrong choices never worth the fight
 I'm a hard rain
 I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
 I'm the wise words I only took in part
 Curse my stubborn heart