Living life on the road
Just a guitar, truck, and clothes
I've seen it all, the bright city lights
Been on those dusty roads,
the long dark nights without you
Is all i seem to know
I'm an outlaw, a rolling stone
With a heart that's made of it steel
and my truck is my home
I sing my songs, for the broken hearts
the ones about where life is in the rough
Where you get so dam low
a bottle of Jameson is not enough
Well we all know the outcome
Thats the pain of love
I'm an outlaw, a rolling stone
With a heart that's made of it steel
and my truck is my home
I have loved and Have lost,
I've raised some hell
I've fought for what I believe
And drank from the devils well
But at 3am in the morning
I have got no place to go
I'm an outlaw, a rolling stone
With a heart that's made of it steel
and my truck is my home
I've seen it all, the good, the bad and the sad
And I've learned that life's a precious thing
It is all we have
Guitar truck and clothes and an open road
Is what i know
I've traveled far and wide,
seen it all with my own eyes
From the sweet shores of Carolina
and the smoky mountains up so high
From this Breakfast diner
Another day about to start
I'm an outlaw, a rolling stone
With a heart that's made of it steel
and my truck is my home