Rollin' Stone (feat. Drew Parker & Tyler Booth)

Momma drove a Pontiac, daddy drove a truck

Momma drove daddy to drinking

Daddy found a girlfriend a county away

As for momma, she found Jesus

Momma turned gray, daddy turned her that way

For me, I turned straight to Waylon

Now it's a five-piece band in an old white van

Out here picking and singing

I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone

Like an old rollin' stone I'm a rollin' along

Part redneck hippie, road dog gypsy

The highway is my home

Don't be surprised if you open your eyes

And realize that I'm long gone

I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone

Like an old rollin' stone

I'm a rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' along

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If you wanna hold this road dog, hold on tight

'Cause I drive like I stole it

C'mon and rip the rearview off

And turn the radio on

And get these four wheels a-smoking

I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone

Like an old rollin' stone I'm a rollin' along

Part redneck hippie, road dog gypsy

The highway is my home

Don't be surprised if you open your eyes

And realize that I'm long gone

I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone

Like an old rollin' stone

I'm a rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' along

Rollin' along

Yeah, I'm rollin' along

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I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone

Like an old rollin' stone I'm a rollin' along

Part redneck hippie, road dog gypsy

The highway is my home (highway is my home)

Don't be surprised if you open your eyes

And realize that I'm long gone

I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone

Like an old rollin' stone

I'm a rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' along

Rollin' along

Yeah, I'm rollin' along