I made my way down the pch I was stumbling drunk, like a fool Up and packed my bags, hit the railroad tracks Cause she don't treat me no good Dear los angeles, you're pretty but, You don't believe things I do Cause you promised gold, but I'm growing old And I'm tired of looking for you So let me come back home I don't wanna be rolling stone I'm out here on my own, and I'm tired of being alone Like a rolling stone So I headed south, with my words in my mouth And an old guitar in hand And every night, beneath the neon lights You can find me with some band Oh nashiville, I love you still But I couldn't pay my town Cause your drinks aren't cheap, but your girl are free And you know they'll treat you well So let me come back home I don't wanna be rolling stone I'm out here on my own, and I'm tired of being alone Like a rolling stone Now I rest my eyes, on the upper east side In a city too big for me I made some friends where the sidewalk ends They were ghosts I couldn't see Oh new york, my voice is sore Causa your people never sleep And I fell in love in a punk rock club And she's been lying to me So let me come back home I don't wanna be rolling stone I'm out here on my own, and I'm tired of being alone Like a rolling stone Like a rolling stone Like a rolling stone Like a rolling stone