Joel Plaskett - Rollin', Rollin’, Rollin’ lyrics
[Joel Plaskett - Rollin', Rollin’, Rollin’ lyrics]
A mouthful of mud from a fistful of dust
A heart full of hurt from a head full of wine
I’ll call you back some other time
No way I’m picking up my phone
I’m tired of talking, leave me alone
I can’t run and I can’t write
And I can’t make it home tonight
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ gathering no moss
I don’t know where I’m goin’
But, I know what I’ve lost
Talk is cheap but music’s cheaper
Deep in debt and getting deeper
The price is steep and getting steeper
I’m yours to keep, won’t you keep me?
I’m a keeper
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ gathering no moss
I don’t know where I’m goin’
But, I know what it cost
Pretty people posing questions
(I don’t wanna answer you)
Where’d you go? D’you learn your lesson?
(I put on my dancing shoes)
Who’d you meet and what’d you buy?
(Couple strangers, pair of jeans)
Just leave ‘em hanging high and dry bye Bye
Rollin’, rollin’ rollin’
With my imaginary friends
Imagining I know’ em
Then it’s time to roll again
Why so blue, tired and true?
(Just like that Irma Thomas song)
I’m tired of myself, not tired of you
(You’ve been gone "Two Winters Long")
They say that good things come
To those you roll
(Back to the place where you belong)
Back to someone beautiful
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
It’s time to get me gone
The yellow lines are glowing
Oh, highway roll me home (Blacktop highway)
Highway roll me home
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