Who Wants Moss? - Slim Dusty

When I was a kid down on the farm back home

Just wanted to leave and make out on my own

Chasing a rainbow pot of gold over the hill

And down the road

Where the new day takes me, I don’t know

A rolling stone will gather no moss, but who wants moss?

A rolling stone will gather up friends and they matter most

A rolling stone will get no rest rolling east and rolling west

But who wants moss on this old rolling stone?

I know I’m called rolling stone, but I don’t care

I’m content to hang my hat up anywhere

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words can’t hurt this rolling stone

They’ve all been said before so long ago

A rolling stone will gather no moss, but who wants moss?

A rolling stone will gather up friends and they matter most

A rolling stone will get no rest rolling east and rolling west

But who wants moss on this old rolling stone?

A rolling stone will gather no moss, but who wants moss?

A rolling stone will gather up friends and they matter most

A rolling stone will get no rest rolling east and rolling west

But who wants moss on this old rolling stone?