Standard (EADGBE)

Well that James Dean he was a looker, and a rebel with no cause

I bet I'd look good in leather In a convertable car

Now I'm streaming down the Highway puffing on a cigarett

but some things just don't add up when you check the arithmetic

Well Hemmingway he's a Legend with the paper and the pen

I bet I could tell some stories with taht kind of lonelyness

Now I'm sitting on a barstool in some far foreign town

but some thngs just don't feel right when I put my money down

(Chorus)

Oh i don't wanna be a rolling stone

I want a nice warm bed to call my own

I want to hang my hat kick off my shoes

and come home night to you

Well I don't want to ride some lonesome line

I want a woman in that bed I can call just mine

I want to lay my head and rest my bones

no I don't want to be a Rollin stone

(verse – same as other verses)

Well Mick he's a magician when you get him on the stage

I bet if I had darker sunglasses, I could move that way

Now I got myself a microphone and some pattent leather boots

but some things just don't seem right when you take a closer look

(chorous)

Oh i don't wanna be a rolling stone

I want a nice warm bed to call my own

I want to hang my hat kick off my shoes

and come home night to you

Well I don't want to ride some lonesome line

I want a woman in that bed I can lie beside

I want to lay my head and rest my bones

no I don't want to be a Rollin stone

Oh i don't wanna be a rolling stone

I want a nice warm bed to call my own

I want to hang my hat kick off my shoes

and wake up every day to you

Well I don't want to ride some lonesome line

I want a woman in that bed I can call just mine

I want tclose my eyes and rest my bones

no I don't want to be a Rollin stone