Вступление
Band: Woodbox Gang
Album: Trashcan Americana
I Roll My Own No. 2 (I'm a Rolling Machine)
VERSE 1
C G C G
I met a camel his name was Joe
C G Em C D G
He asked for a cigarette knowing full well that I roll my own
C G C G
I said "I like drum but I can't get it no more"
C G Em C D G
Joe said "You don't have to tell me about the politics I know the score"
C G C G
Joe said "I used to be somebody then they took it away
C G Em C D G
They said I was a killer but I swear I was framed"
C G C G
And Joe said "By the way how bout that smoke?
C G Em C D
I've been sucking on everybody else's old butts and I'm ready to choke"
Chorus
C G C G
The tobacco is low and the filters are gone
C G Em C D G
And the papers are Wrigley's Spearmint wrappers straight from the floor
Em C D
I don't need no one nobody needs me
G Em C D
I'm a musician and I work for free
G Em C D
I don't have a diploma I don't have a degree
G Em C D
But I got some Bugler and a rolling machine
VERSE 2
I tipped my hat to Joe and Joe tipped his ash
And as he walked away I saw RJ branded right on his ass
I hang out at the bus stops and the all night diners
And the winding railroad tracks arguing with interior designers
'Cause that's what real men do that's where real men go
Especially when real men are running low on tobacco
VERSE 3
I drink malt liquor and I eat toasted cheese
I float on the credit cards that introduce me to an introductory tease
But I'm going out on the road 'cause the road is where you go
The road's where you go when you need something that rhymes with freeload
I don't have any reasons I'm running short on my rhymes
But it doesn't matter the world is gonna end New Years Eve 1999
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