Lirieke: Scott Grimes. Livin on the Run. Rock & Roll Girl.
He met her in a town where they wear next to nothing
Always fighting about the boys and the clothes and the loving
That they're never gonna get, till they move away from here
He saw her in the back room putting on her perfume
Caught a little glance but he never took the chance
And he turned around walking, tryin' hard to hide the fear
She's just a rock'n roll small town girl with a Rolling Stone
Dreams of living in Hollywood town so far from home
She sees a picture in a magazine wants to be a beauty queen
Spending every night with another guy
Just a rock'n roll girl with a copy of Rolling Stone
She stepped out off the bus thought a cutie was a shoe-in
Little money in her hand didn't know what she was doing
So she bought herself a room that she sold to another guy
They would show her all the corvettes, riding down sunset
Knew it was a crime but she didn't have the time
For anything, anyone who couldn't try to get her high
My Rolling Stone
My Rolling Stone
Walking slowly uptown
My Rolling Stone
So far from home
My Rolling Stone
Always dreamed of this life
Who would have known?
My Rolling Stone
Where you gonna go when you're dreams been mistaken?
All the stories that you heard about the money they are making
And the promises that lie on the golden streets of Vine
Back home with the fresh paint drying on the back gate
Wave a little hi to the folks you said goodbye to
Hoping that you find the words to make it fine
Always fighting about the boys and the clothes and the loving
That they're never gonna get, till they move away from here
He saw her in the back room putting on her perfume
Caught a little glance but he never took the chance
And he turned around walking, tryin' hard to hide the fear
She's just a rock'n roll small town girl with a Rolling Stone
Dreams of living in Hollywood town so far from home
She sees a picture in a magazine wants to be a beauty queen
Spending every night with another guy
Just a rock'n roll girl with a copy of Rolling Stone
She stepped out off the bus thought a cutie was a shoe-in
Little money in her hand didn't know what she was doing
So she bought herself a room that she sold to another guy
They would show her all the corvettes, riding down sunset
Knew it was a crime but she didn't have the time
For anything, anyone who couldn't try to get her high
My Rolling Stone
My Rolling Stone
Walking slowly uptown
My Rolling Stone
So far from home
My Rolling Stone
Always dreamed of this life
Who would have known?
My Rolling Stone
Where you gonna go when you're dreams been mistaken?
All the stories that you heard about the money they are making
And the promises that lie on the golden streets of Vine
Back home with the fresh paint drying on the back gate
Wave a little hi to the folks you said goodbye to
Hoping that you find the words to make it fine
Livin on the Run
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