Rollin's All Gone Out Of This Rollin' Stone Lyrics - Dave Dudley

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