Roll On Songtext
von Kenny Feidler

Been running wide open so long I can′t recall
This life ain't stunning when your back is
Against the wall
Ain′t no love for the city because you know it's been getting me down
Ain't got no pity, going to head for a western town
Just ramble on with the gas pedal study
Got a lot on my mind and you know that I′m ready
For another shot of whiskey and another go-round
Wake me up when we make the next town
My jeans aint pressed my shirt aint clean
My chaps are creased and I′m feeling mean
Just stab her in the neck, and pitch it to the sky
Let me roll on because this is my high


Well I've hit the highways and I′ve hit the rodeos
Done it my way and I ain't got much to show
Got some miles to run and it′s always going to be a fight
You ain't cowboy son unless you gonna fly by night
And I ramble on with the gas pedal steady
Got a lot on my mind and you know that I′m ready
For another shot of whiskey and another go-round
Wake me up when we make the next town
My jeans aint pressed my shirt aint clean
My chaps are creased and I'm feeling mean
Just stab her in the neck, and pitch it to the sky
Let me roll on because this is my high

Ramble on with the gas pedal steady
Got a lot on my mind and you know that I'm ready
For another shot of whiskey and another go-round
Wake me up when we make the next town
My jeans aint pressed my shirt aint clean
My chaps are creased and I′m feeling mean
Just stab her in the neck, and pitch it to the sky
Let me roll on ′cause this is my high