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Black Stone Cherry

Got my daddy's car
And his old guitar
A suitcase full of broken hearts
Got my momma's smile
And a painted blue eye
I ain't got much
But what I got's mine
And I roll like I roll
I roll like I roll

I got an open road
And a restless soul
The Rolling Stones on the radio
And I roll like I roll
'Cause I roll like I roll

I roll like the hills under the California sun
Burn through the desert like a devil on the run
I'll be flying high until the day that I die
No matter what they say
At the end of the day
I will roll like I roll

Well there's a lot a people gonna try to bring you down
They got a lot of rules
They gonna try to put you out
I keep looking up
In this world full of doubt
I roll like I roll

I roll like the hills under the California sun
Burn through the desert like a devil on the run
I'll be flying high until the day that I die
No matter what they say
At the end of the day
I'm not gonna let it slip away
'Cause I rather burn it up
Than to let it fade

I got an open road
And a restless soul
The Rolling Stones on the radio
And I roll like I roll

I roll through the hills of my own Kentucky home
Back to the place where my heart belongs
I'll be flying high until the day that I die
No matter what they say
At the end of the day
I did it my way

Written by YOUNG, JOHN FREDERICK / ROBERTSON, CHRISTOPHER / LAWHON, JONATHAN MICHAEL / WELLS, BENJAMIN DANIEL / BASSETT, DAVE
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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