Momma drove a Pontiac, daddy drove a truck
Momma drove daddy to drinking
Daddy found a girlfriend a county away
As for momma, she found Jesus
Momma turned gray, daddy turned her that way
For me, I turned straight to Waylon
Now it's a five-piece band in an old white van
Out here picking and singing
I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone
Like an old rollin' stone I'm a rollin' along
Part redneck hippie, road dog gypsy
The highway is my home
Don't be surprised if you open your eyes
And realize that I'm long gone
I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone
Like an old rollin' stone
I'm a rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' along
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If you wanna hold this road dog, hold on tight
'Cause I drive like I stole it
C'mon and rip the rearview off
And turn the radio on
And get these four wheels a-smoking
I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone
Like an old rollin' stone I'm a rollin' along
Part redneck hippie, road dog gypsy
The highway is my home
Don't be surprised if you open your eyes
And realize that I'm long gone
I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone
Like an old rollin' stone
I'm a rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' along
Rollin' along
Yeah, I'm rollin' along
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I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone
Like an old rollin' stone I'm a rollin' along
Part redneck hippie, road dog gypsy
The highway is my home (highway is my home)
Don't be surprised if you open your eyes
And realize that I'm long gone
I'm just a chip off the old rollin' stone
Like an old rollin' stone
I'm a rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' along
Rollin' along
Yeah, I'm rollin' along