Rollin’ With the Wind

By Colby Acuff

On Western White Pines

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How does it really start, I don't know

I can't tell you where to begin

'Cause as long as my thoughts have been mine

I've been rollin' with the wind

I've seen it too many times in my short life

People wait for ships that don't come in

Instead of raising their own sail and

Rollin' with the wind

Am I drowning, man, I really don't know

At least the wind at my back I will call my own

If ever asked, hell I'd do it all again

But until then, I'll be rollin' with the wind

A lot of people might say, boy, you're gonna pay

For takin' on stormy seas in a peasant's ship

As long as I'm riding on this vessel called life

I'll be rollin' with the wind

Am I drowning, man, I really don't know

At lеast the wind at my back I will call my own

And if ever askеd, hell I'd do it all again

Until then, I'll be rollin' with the wind

How does it really start, I don't know

But I'll tell you how it ends

I'll be riding off into some sunset

Rollin' with the wind

Am I drowning man, I really don't know

At least the wind at my back I will call my own

And if ever asked, hell I'd do it all again

Until then, I'll be rollin' with the wind