Rollin`s All Gone Out Of This Rollin` St — текст песни (Dave Dudley)

There`s a baby in Minneapolis that I ain`t never seen
And I guess he`d never guess that I`m his dad
And there`s a woman up in east St Louis she`ll make one hell of a wife
For a man with the strenght and the courage I`ll never have
Cause every used car lot and hot shot from LA to New Orleans
Is a restin` place for everything I own
But travelin`s got me weary and the road took all my dreams
Now the rollin`s all gone outta this rollin` stone

There`s a little white framed cottage got boards on the windows and doors
And the Ruby San Michelle in Montreal
And if you`re ever in San Quentin cell Block B Cell 24
Well you just might see my name carved on the wall
Cause every used car lot...

Got a motel key three cigarettes seven bottle tops
And last week`s TV guide and a half a comb
Hey and some men grow families some men grow crops
But older is the only thing I grow
Cause every used car lot...
The rollin`s all gone outta this rollin` stone
Oh the rollin`s all gone outta this rollin` stone