Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Robertson
Lead Vocals
John Fred Young
Drums
Jon Lawhon
Background Vocals
Howard Benson
Keyboards
Ben Wells
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Robertson
Songwriter
Dave Bassett
Songwriter
John Fred Young
Songwriter
Jon Lawhon
Songwriter
Ben Wells
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hatsukazu Inagaki
Additional Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nik Karpen
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Paul DeCarli
Editing Engineer
Howard Benson
Producer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Mike Plotnikoff
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I got my daddy's car
And his old guitar
A suitcase full of broken hearts
Got my momma's smile
And her baby blue eyes
I ain't got much
But what I got's mine
And I roll like I roll
(I roll like I roll)
I got an open road
And a restless soul
The Rolling Stones on the radio
And I roll like I roll
Cause I roll like I roll
I roll like the hills under the California sun
Burn through the desert like the devil on the run
I'll be flying high until the day that I die
No matter what they say
At the end of the day
I will roll like I roll
Well there's a lot a people gonna try to bring you down
They got a lot of rules
They gonna try to put you out
I keep looking up
In this world full of doubt
I roll like I roll
I roll like the hills under the California sun
Burn through the desert like a devil on the run
I'll be flying high until the day that I die
No matter what they say
At the end of the day
I'm not gonna let it slip away
Cause I'd rather burn in hell
Than to let it fade
I got an open road
And a restless soul
The Rolling Stones on the radio
And I roll like I roll
I roll through the hills by my own Kentucky home
Back to the place where my heart belongs
I'll be flying high until the day that I die
No matter what they say
At the end of the day
I did it my way
Writer(s): Jonathan Michael Lawhon, John Frederick Young, Christopher Robertson, Benjamin Daniel Wells, Dave Bassett
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