I made my way down the pch
I was stumbling drunk, like a fool
Up and packed my bags, hit the railroad tracks
Cause she don't treat me no good

Dear los angeles, you're pretty but,
You don't believe things I do
Cause you promised gold, but I'm growing old
And I'm tired of looking for you

So let me come back home
I don't wanna be rolling stone
I'm out here on my own, and I'm tired of being alone
Like a rolling stone

So I headed south, with my words in my mouth
And an old guitar in hand
And every night, beneath the neon lights
You can find me with some band

Oh nashiville, I love you still
But I couldn't pay my town
Cause your drinks aren't cheap, but your girl are free
And you know they'll treat you well

So let me come back home
I don't wanna be rolling stone
I'm out here on my own, and I'm tired of being alone
Like a rolling stone

Now I rest my eyes, on the upper east side
In a city too big for me
I made some friends where the sidewalk ends
They were ghosts I couldn't see

Oh new york, my voice is sore
Causa your people never sleep
And I fell in love in a punk rock club
And she's been lying to me

So let me come back home
I don't wanna be rolling stone
I'm out here on my own, and I'm tired of being alone
Like a rolling stone

Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone