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