Born To Be A Rolling Stone - Slim Dusty

As the years roll on I tramp along beside them,

Never have no cares so never need to hide them,

From the sunny north down to the south I roam,

For I guess that I was born a rolling stone.

Sometimes I settle down and the road forgets me,

Then the wanderlust comes on and soon upsets me,

So I down tools and I just leave work alone,

For I guess that I was born a rolling stone.

My mates are far and many as I tramp through out the years,

Some are rich and some are poor but o’er a glass of beer,

They’re all decent blokes who share a joke with no distinction shown,

And they’re the mates of this old rolling stone.

yeah, I just take it easy you know.

How my life has changed, to me it seems like magic,

From what I used to be, some say it’s tragic, (Ha ha)

Oh but that’s a story better left alone,

For I guess that I was born a rolling stone.

So when I’m on the track and camped beside the highway,

Just a-lazing back an' gazing at God’s skyway,

Will my footsteps ever reach that golden drone,

Will they ever welcome in this rolling stone.