I never said that I was a rolling stone Cause I'm still trudging through the mud Every time I pack to leave Like a beggar in my knees I end up with a mouth full of blood
I just can't get out Sometimes I feel chained to this house And I'm wasting my years Choking back the tears Flower never made it out of the drought
Has the well I've drawn from really all dried out
I never said I'd make it on my own Lord knows I could never be Alone
There's never been a Time I knew in my mind I wouldn't leave when the kids are Grown
There's a group of men playing dominos Out back of the old Texaco Half a mile from the graves they'll end up in
Ain't a difference between them and me We live on the same dead end street Blame
I never said that I was a rolling stone I'm still sinking in this mud Every time I pack to leave Like a beggar in my knees I end up with a mouth full of blood
And the well I've drawn from don't fill up like it shouldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
