Rollin's All Gone Out of This Rollin' Stone

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 strength 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 be 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