Lyrics The Cover of the Rolling Stone - Corb Lund, Hayes Carll

The Cover of the Rolling Stone

Well, we’re big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And we’re loved everywhere we go
We sing about beauty
And we sing about truth
For a hundred thousand dollars a show
We take all kinds of pills
That give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we’ll never know
Is the thrill that’ll get you
When you get your picture
On the cover of The Rolling Stone
Gonna see my picture on the cover (Rolling Stone)
I’m gonna buy five copies for my mother (Stone)
I’m gonna see my smilin' face (Stone)
On the cover of The Rolling Stone
I got a freaky old lady
Name o' Cocaine Kitty
Who embroiders on my jeans
I got my poor ol' grey-haired daddy
Drivin' my limousine
Well it’s all designed
To blow our minds
But our minds won’t ever be blown
Like the blow that’ll get ya
When you get your picture
On the cover of The Rolling Stone
Gonna see my picture on the cover (Rolling Stone)
I’m gonna buy five copies for my mother (Stone)
I’m gonna see my smilin' face (Stone)
On the cover of The Rolling Stone
We got a lot of little thirty-something blue eyed groupies
Who’ll do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru
Who’s teaching us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we’ll never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer
But we can’t get our picture
On the cover of The Rolling Stone
Gonna see my picture on the cover (Rolling Stone)
I’m gonna buy five copies for my mother (Stone)
I’m gonna see my smilin' face (Stone)
On the cover of The Rolling Stone
The cover of The Rolling Stone
Gonna see my picture on the cover (Rolling Stone)
I’m gonna buy five copies for my brother (Stone)
I’m gonna see my smilin' face (Stone)
On the cover of The Rolling Stone