Rolling Stone - Wild Rivers

I wanna be a rolling stone

Rolling ‘til the land don’t touch the sky

Taken on my way by the wind that blows

Sailing to the sun for a thousand miles

I’m the right taste to the wrong bite

I’m a lover mostly when the time is right

I’m my own rule

I’m a coward, I’m a fool

I’m a builder but I cannot tear apart

Curse my stubborn heart

Momma did you hear I’m coming home

I’d love to find a place where I can lay

The well’s run dry

The gardens overgrown

I’ll help as best I can before July

I’m a phone ring on a cold night

I’m the wrong choice that’s never worth the fight

I’m a hard rain

I’m a sinner, I’m a saint

I’m the wise words I only took in part

Curse my stubborn heart