Always been more punk rock then one drop

Spent twenty-six nights at a truck stop

‘Cause I never been the type that punch clocks

Fit my whole damn life in a lunch box

There’s been good times and tough talk

Hard lines and mugshots

But new achievements unlocked

With the beats that make your trunk rock

Ain’t so bad as a nomad

‘Til you have to go back home with your broke ass

Then you gotta mow grass ‘cause no you got no cash

Even though you just played shows that were so packed

Won’t break ‘til I hear that bone snap

Won’t quit ‘til I’m as dope as

George Jones, Boz Scaggs

I’m a Rolling Stone, topaz

Rolling, Rolling Stonе

If you don’t have one, you’re always homе

Rolling, lonesome road

If you don’t have one, you’re always home

(Big dreams and no means)

(Long roads and no sleep)

(Wheels on the concrete)

No home when I go home ain’t got a place to call my own so

I just lay low kids with halos let me crash when I’m low on pesos

They know

That it all gonna come right back

Pull the rabbit from the hat

Yeah poof like that

Our cups runneth over so now every time we look back

We can’t help but to laugh

Been at it for years been all over the map

The growths exponential yeah you do the math

I’m humbled by all of the people who open their homes

To a vagabond honing his craft

So thank you

We keep it movin’ so it’s time to hit the road

But y’all the only reason that I’m even coming home I’m a

Rolling, Rolling Stone

If you don’t have one, you’re always home

Rolling, lonesome road

If you don’t have one, you’re always home

(Big dreams and no means)

(Long roads and no sleep)

(Wheels on the concrete)

No rest for the weary, clearly

That’s why I’m on the road every other day yearly

Because staying home works less than my hearing

We drive all night like Golden Earring

Learning but it’s burning, searing

Humbled by that earnest feeling

Turning but there’s no one steering

But I have no other way of dealing

I’m sorry that I missed your birthday

Please don’t take it personally

Wanna be home in the worst way

But it’s all in a work day

Can’t wait til I hit that warm bed

And catch a cold shower when the tour ends

And get a back rub from my girlfriend

But it’s still a long way home from Portland

Rolling, Rolling Stone

If you don’t have one, you’re always home

Rolling, lonesome road

If you don’t have one, you’re always home