Rollin's All Gone Out Of This Rollin' Stone lyrics

There's a baby in Minneapolis that I ain't never seen And I guess he'd never guess that I'm his dad And there's a woman up in east St Louis she'll make one hell of a wife For a man with the strenght and the courage I'll never have Cause every used car lot and hot shot from LA to New Orleans Is a restin' place for everything I own But travelin's got me weary and the road took all my dreams Now the rollin's all gone outta this rollin' stone There's a little white framed cottage got boards on the windows and doors And the Ruby San Michelle in Montreal And if you're ever in San Quentin cell Block B Cell 24 Well you just might see my name carved on the wall Cause every used car lot... Got a motel key three cigarettes seven bottle tops And last week's TV guide and a half a comb Hey and some men grow families some men grow crops But older is the only thing I grow Cause every used car lot... The rollin's all gone outta this rollin' stone Oh the rollin's all gone outta this rollin' stone