The fire that I burned out

To ashes back in that last town

Is cold now, like a windy winter storm

The wheels feel ready

When the weather has been steady

I guess I'll pick up what I have left and moved on

Open her up and give me something to smoke

Here in the wind whisper as it blows

High and low

It's easier to drink, than to think, I either will sink or I want another rolling stone tossing down a dusty road

The driving ain't easy, but the scenery believe me is as pretty as I ever seen before

Open her up and give me something to smoke

Here in the wind whisper as it blows

High and low

It's easier to drink, than to think, I either will sink or I want another rolling stone tossing down a dusty road

It's easier to drink, than to think, I either will sink or I want another rolling stone tossing down a dusty road

Another rolling stone tossing down a dusty road