Rolling Stone

Bb Eb Ab Eb I was feeling low and lonely and awlfull short on mail, Ab Eb F Bb I went down to the mailbox no letter in the mail, Eb Ab Eb Stepped out on the corner not a soul I knew could I find, Ab Eb Looked up at the clouds and it started to rain, Bb Eb And these words ran across my mind. I'm a rambler without a place to ramble, Bb I'm a gambler without a steak in view, Ab Eb I'm a rolling stone without any moss to cling to me, Bb Eb So baby why should I roll back home to you. Instr Break Ab Eb Ab Eb F Bb Eb Ab Eb Ab Eb Bb Eb Bb Ab Eb Bb Eb Ab Eb I went down to the bar room and I got me a slog of gin, Ab Eb I went back to the little room in the back, F Bb And I lost maybe five or ten, Eb Ab Eb Staggered home that evening my brain was'nt very clear, Ab Eb Bb Eb But I could'nt drown my sorrow when over and over I'd hear, I'm a rambler without a place to ramble, Bb I'm a gambler without a steak in view, Ab Eb I'm a rolling stone without any moss to cling to me, Bb Eb Eb5 So baby why should I roll back home to you.