Rolling Stone - My Girl Friday
I made my way down the PCH
I was stumbling drunk like a fool
Up and packed my bags hit the railroad tracks
Cause she don't treat me no good
Dear Los Angeles you're pretty
But you don't believe things I do
Cause you promised gold but I'm growing old
And I'm tired of looking for you
So let me come back home
I don't wanna be a rolling stone
I'm out here on my own and I'm tired of being alone
Like a rolling stone
So I headed south with my words in my mouth
And an old guitar in hand
And every night beneath the neon lights
You can find me with some band
Oh Nashville
I love you still
But I couldn't pay my town
Cause your drinks aren't cheap but your girls are free
And you know they'll treat you well
So let me come back home
I don't wanna be a rolling stone
Cause I'm out here on my own and I'm tired of being alone
Like a rolling stone
Now I rest my eyes on the Upper East Side
In a city too big for me
I made some friends where the sidewalk ends
They were ghosts I couldn't see
Oh New York my voice is sore
Cause your people never sleep
And I fell in love in a Punk Rock club
And she's been lying to me
So let me come back home
I don't wanna be a rolling stone
Cause I'm out here on my own and I'm tired of being alone
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
