Like Another Rolling Stone Songtext
von Michael Marra

Don′t let your sail blow over
Don't let your ship go down
Button down the four-leaf clover
And tell yourself you′re glory-bound
And never mind your needless moaning
Remember how you come into town

Not a comb, not a hammer, not a feather, not a flake
Not a hoe, not a spanner, not a fiddle, not a fife
Not a hand on your shoulder in a bitter and a biting cold
You could be out in the street and on your own
Just like another rolling stone


Don't let your heart get weary
Don't let your lip go down
Pander to the bright and cheery
And make the optimistic sound
And when you feel the wind getting colder
Remember how you come into town

Not a comb, not a hammer, not a feather, not a flake
Not a hoe, not a spanner, not a fiddle, not a fife
Not a hand on your shoulder in a bitter and a biting cold
You could be out in the street and on your own
Just like another rolling stone

Don′t let your tent blow over
Don′t let your lines go down
Recognize the rootless rover
And try to make a joyful sound
And when you feel the best bit's over
Remember how you come into town

Not a comb, not a hammer, not a feather, not a flake
Not a comb, not a hammer, not a feather, not a flake
Not a hoe, not a spanner, not a fiddle, not a fife
You could be out in the street and on your own
Just like another rolling stone