Rollin'

Well I don't know if it's the Gypsy in me
That makes me want to keep on rollin'.
Or maybe I was just born into changin' times.
All I know is the highway callin'
Is a sound that's so consolin'.
And those lonesome stretches have become good friends of mine.

Now I don't want to be wastin' my time
On people that don't want to see me.
I don't feel like playin' those games no more.
What I need is those big truck tires
And an interstate ramp to free me.
And I'm already home when I hear that motor roar.

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And you can pour me another cup of coffee
Maybe just another quick toke.
And I'm gonna get on the South bound lane,
I'm gonna take off my overcoat.
Gonna slide on down to the ocean.
Spend a little time in the sun.
Wrap my arms around my sweet old lady.
Let her know that she's the only one.
Except for the rollin'.
Gotta keep rollin'. Keep on rollin'.
Rollin' on.

Now some people tell me that my time is comin'.
Soon I'm gonna have to stop strayin'.
But I don't see how such a thing could come to pass.
Well when the wind stops blowin'
And the sea stops flowin'
Then I might consider stayin'.
Until I do I'm gonna have to keep buyin' gas.

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