Ashton Parson - Rolling Stone текст песни

I wanna be on the cover of rolling stone
Cuz then my daddy could finally come back home
Wona€™t have to tell him all the things he should already know
If that were me on the cover of rolling stone

I wanna have a whole page to remember the story
A touch of that fame and a moment of glory
Mock my name but youa€™ll never ignore me
Ia€™ll rock myself to sleep

Cuz Ia€™ve met a lot of people along my way
Who would never wanna listen to shit Ia€™d say
But every newsstand Bitty in New York Citya€™s gonna know this face

I been broke like a record
Played and skipped and dust has collected
Bet youa€™re gonna listen to my song
When Ia€™m loved like a rolling stone
I was raised by my mother
Packed my bags and ran from the gutter
Dona€™t look back I wona€™t be coming home
a€?Til Ia€™m loved like a rolling stone

I wanna pose for a picture with my guitar
Show all the folks back home that Ia€™ve gone far
Wona€™t have to play a single chord to be a rock star
If that were me on the cover with my guitar

Everybody gives love when youa€™re rich and your famous
When just the other day noone knew what your name is

Blessed are the meek who inherit the shameless
I guess thata€™s how it is

Well I met a lot of people along my way
Who would never wanna listen to shit Ia€™d say
Now every newsstand Bitty in New York Citya€™s gonna know this face

I been broke like a record
Played and skipped and dust has collected
But youa€™re gonna listen to my song
When Ia€™m loved like a rolling stone
I was raised by my mother
Packed my bags and ran from the gutter
Dona€™t look back I wona€™t be coming home
a€?Til Ia€™m loved like a rolling stone

Mama never had a sweet sixteen
All she wanted was the best for me
Gonna see me on a magazine
Cuz mama never had a sweet sixteen
Mama never had a sweet sixteen
Mama never had a sweet sixteen

I been broke like a record
Played and skipped and dust has collected
But youa€™re gonna listen to my song
When Ia€™m loved like a rolling stone
I was raised by my mother
Packed my bags and ran from the gutter
Dona€™t look back I wona€™t be coming home
a€?Til Ia€™m loved like a rolling stone

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Ashton Parson/Rob Ray