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 strenght 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 B 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