| When I was a kid down on the farm back home
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| Just wanted to leave and make out on my own
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| Chasing a rainbow pot of gold over the hill
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| And down the road
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| Where the new day takes me, I don’t know
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| A rolling stone will gather no moss, but who wants moss?
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| A rolling stone will gather up friends and they matter most
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| A rolling stone will get no rest rolling east and rolling west
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| But who wants moss on this old rolling stone?
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| I know I’m called rolling stone, but I don’t care
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| I’m content to hang my hat up anywhere
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| Sticks and stones may break my bones
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| But words can’t hurt this rolling stone
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| They’ve all been said before so long ago
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| A rolling stone will gather no moss, but who wants moss?
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| A rolling stone will gather up friends and they matter most
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| A rolling stone will get no rest rolling east and rolling west
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| But who wants moss on this old rolling stone?
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| A rolling stone will gather no moss, but who wants moss?
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| A rolling stone will gather up friends and they matter most
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| A rolling stone will get no rest rolling east and rolling west
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| But who wants moss on this old rolling stone? |