Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
Black Stone Cherry
I got my daddy’s car
And his old guitar
A suitcase full of broken hearts
Got my momma’s smile
And her baby blue eyes
I ain’t got much
But what I got is 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 the devil on the run
I’ll be flying high till the day that I die
No matter what they say
I begin another 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 till the day that I die
No matter what they say
I begin another day
I’m not gonna let it slip away
Cause I’d rather burn in hell
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 by my own Kentucky home
Back to the place where my heart belongs
I’ll be flying high till the day that I die
No matter what they say
I begin another day
I did it my way