ROLLING STONE

You sure took your chance when you married this man
No sense of direction, no permanent plan
With a heart born to wander, no roots or a home
Moss never gathers on a rolling stone.

If you're gonna be a rambler you gotta pay what you owe
And you can't always get by on what you think you may know
'Cause what you know ain't enough when a pot's all your own
Moss never gathers on a rolling stone.

If we had as much money as interstate miles
We'd be riding high and livin' in style
But all we have to our name is this old pickup truck
Held together by wire and a whole lot of love

If you're gonna be a rambler you gotta pay what you owe
And you can't always get by on what you think you may know
'Cause what you know ain't enough when a pot's all your own
Moss never gathers on a rolling stone.

Yeah, moss never gathers on a rolling stone...

©Copyright 1996 by Richard D. Preston