I've been smoking and I ain't coming down No, my feet won't touch the ground and I can't help it I seen hopeless, I rather be lost and never found Ain't no tellin' where I'm heading now and I accept it
Mama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home On the road again, papa lives like a rollin' stone I just plant my seed, sit back and watch 'em grow Take all my problems, I roll 'em up and smoke
I like the whiskey, tequila when it's cold I can feel it in my soul when I tie one off My doctor tells me if I wanna grow great and old I'ma have to let these vices go but I don't know
Mama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home On the road again, papa lives like a rollin' stone I just plant my seed, sit back and watch 'em grow Take all my problems, I roll 'em up and smoke
There's a single wide trailer, mama sittin' at the table Watching basic cable with the cigarette lit All the hell that we been raising And the trails that we been blazing To be this lucky that don't make no sense
Mama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home On the road again, papa lives like a rollin' stone I just plant my seed, sit back and watch 'em grow Take all my problems, I roll 'em up and smoke
Compositores: David R Stevens (O Ray) (SESAC), Jason Bradley de Ford (Jelly Roll) (BMI), John SmithEditor: Bailee S Ballads (BMI)Administração: BMG Rights Management Us LLC (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #31841590 em 06/Mai/2024