You see me rollin'
I hear you're tryin' to save me
You think that you could pay my bills
Well I don't need anything from you
You've got me running for the hills
I rode out to the west coast
To try and get my fill
I'm gonna roll on down to New Orleans
With a hundred dollar bills
Ahh ohh yeah ride on thru
I hear you're tryin' to change me
You say I'm on the road to hell
Come on down from your cloud now
Nobody's buying what you're trying to sell
Cause I'm 40 miles to Memphis
Then I'll ramble on through Texas
Months and years they come and go
It's all just dates and exes
Ahh ooh ride on thru
Thru oh yeah oh yeah
Ooh yeah ride on thru
That's all I'm trying to do
Ooh yeah ride on thru
I'm not listening to you
Ooh yeah ride on thru
That's all I'm trying to do
Oh yeah ride on thru I'm not listening to you
Ooh yeah ride on thru
Last stop is New York City
Signs say the end is near
These broken soles won't let me go
So I've got to stay right here
If I make it back to the Midwest
To see all my old friends
They're gonna ask me how my trip has been
Was it worth it in the end?
Ahh ooh yeah ride on thru
Ahh ooh on the road where I belong