Ashton Parson - Rolling Stone lyrics

rate me

I wanna be on the cover of rolling stone

Cuz then my daddy could finally come back home

Won’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 you’ll never ignore me

I’ll rock myself to sleep

Cuz I’ve met a lot of people along my way

Who would never wanna listen to shit I’d say

But every newsstand Bitty in New York City’s gonna know this face

I been broke like a record

Played and skipped and dust has collected

Bet you’re gonna listen to my song

When I’m loved like a rolling stone

I was raised by my mother

Packed my bags and ran from the gutter

Don’t look back I won’t be coming home

‘Til I’m loved like a rolling stone

I wanna pose for a picture with my guitar

Show all the folks back home that I’ve gone far

Won’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 you’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 that’s how it is

Well I met a lot of people along my way

Who would never wanna listen to shit I’d say

Now every newsstand Bitty in New York City’s gonna know this face

I been broke like a record

Played and skipped and dust has collected

But you’re gonna listen to my song

When I’m loved like a rolling stone

I was raised by my mother

Packed my bags and ran from the gutter

Don’t look back I won’t be coming home

‘Til I’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 you’re gonna listen to my song

When I’m loved like a rolling stone

I was raised by my mother

Packed my bags and ran from the gutter

Don’t look back I won’t be coming home

‘Til I’m loved like a rolling stone

Copyright 2011 Bungalow Loft

Ashton Parson/Rob Ray