The fire that I burned out To ashes back in that last town Is cold now, like a windy winter storm The wheels feel ready When the weather has been steady I guess I'll pick up what I have left and moved on Open her up and give me something to smoke Here in the wind whisper as it blows High and low It's easier to drink, than to think, I either will sink or I want another rolling stone tossing down a dusty road The driving ain't easy, but the scenery believe me is as pretty as I ever seen before Open her up and give me something to smoke Here in the wind whisper as it blows High and low It's easier to drink, than to think, I either will sink or I want another rolling stone tossing down a dusty road It's easier to drink, than to think, I either will sink or I want another rolling stone tossing down a dusty road Another rolling stone tossing down a dusty road