Everyone in town remembers the last hurricane Everyone in town hopes it won't happen again Oh how it shrieks Days turn into weeks 'Cause nobody knew which
: Everyone in town remembers the last hurricane Everyone in town hopes it won't happen again Oh how it shrieks Days turn into weeks 'Cause nobody knew
the sound of a rock 'n' roll band This call will always last 'Cause I was raised on rock My dad was howling but my heart was a rolling stone Yeah, I
once again Crossing my spirits of love Oceans on wings forever flyin' Even when you're gone, now you're gone I spread my seed through the naked wind I'm rolling stones
, syrup and the doja Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling Feeling like Tina, big wheels keep rolling Big money folding, your ery'day hustle Today I'm in London, tomorrow I'm in Russia Hurricane
hurry, he's always on the go, And that is why they call me Hurricane. A hurricane is coming. A hurricane has gotta go and go. A hurricane is coming. (Hurricane
brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
with you Remember when you quit your job to rodeo Or the time you jumped on stage You sang with the Rolling Stones When you start rockin', well, I get ready to roll
've been a rolling stone since the devil first came to me No light upon my feet, so much that I couldn't see I was a hurricane till the hurricane called
keep all your misery My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd I think that keeping this up could be dangerous I'm flesh and bone, I'm a rolling stone And
, I show no love Money getta like Cheeba, minds like Fat And my trap roll hard just like Shawty Black I'm a country ass nigga just like Ace Gotta fetish for the stones
Hey now my red clouds're rolling in To catalogue and number every stone cold dream And I've seen Sal thumbing his way up to the stars I've seen angels
I?ve been away so long, I knew the place It?s been too long since I?ve been around Just like I rolling stone, I ain?t got no home But my boys are back
make His way home Just tryin' to make his way home Like a holy rolling stone Back up to Heaven all alone Just tryin' to make his way home Nobody callin
oil Fix the air conditioner or I'm gonna boil I'm gonna drive I'm gonna drive To the edge of this-uh world I've seen fire, disaster and hurricane
can keep all your misery My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd I think that keeping this up can be dangerous I'm flesh and bone I'm a rolling stone
