Woah, Lord I wish, Lord I wonder what happens   Answer's the nickel, a deep blues sea   I tore all the good looking women somewhere   Sure enough baby that's me, 'cause it's gonna happen      Lord my mother, well so as my father   About three months long before I was born   Said I got a boy child coming   Sure enough it gonna be a rolling stone   Lord I'm gonna get a rolling stone man      Lord I'm broke   Lord I'm broke   Now I reckon I better do   Lord if I clean up little girls   Then I go home with you   Yeah man I'm gonna walk      Woah, Lord it's true, two things running   Lord I believe you're the worst child in my way   We're gonna watch them run at midnight   But the one that's running just gonna lie dead      Lord she's lone yeah and she's tall   Lord she weeps like a banshee   Lord the folks they say she's no good   But she's all right with me, 'cause I'll be right there      Woah, ho, ho   Somebody help me, help me, I always lose   Lord see if the girl don't love the man you know   That's when I do the voodoos   Ah, don't make you hurt honey