And am I born to die
To lay my body down
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
Well I was gone
I was gone a great long time
Well when I come back home
She still says she's mine, she still says she's mine
She still says she's mine, she still says she—
Well I lay down
Down last night
I tried to take my rest
I got my mind a-ramblin
Like a wild—wild geese from the west
Like wild from the—
Like wild from the—
Wild geese from—
Wild geese from—
Wild geese—
Well I went down
Down to the church house
Oh, thеy called on me to pray
I got to thinking bout that girl she drovе my—
Drove my spirit away
She drove my spirit away
Drove my spirit away
Drove my spirit away
Well I could've—I could've had religion
Ah this very old same day
But the whiskey and women would not
Let the poor boy pray—let the poor boy
Let the poor boy pray—let the poor boy
Let the poor—
Let the poor—
Let the poor boy pray
Well my mother
Told my father
Ah, about three months before I was born
She said I got a boy child coming, he's gonna be—
Gonna be a rolling stone—gonna be a rolling stone
Gonna be a rolling stone—gonna be a rolling stone
To lay my body down
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
Well I was gone
I was gone a great long time
Well when I come back home
She still says she's mine, she still says she's mine
She still says she's mine, she still says she—
Well I lay down
Down last night
I tried to take my rest
I got my mind a-ramblin
Like a wild—wild geese from the west
Like wild from the—
Like wild from the—
Wild geese from—
Wild geese from—
Wild geese—
Well I went down
Down to the church house
Oh, thеy called on me to pray
I got to thinking bout that girl she drovе my—
Drove my spirit away
She drove my spirit away
Drove my spirit away
Drove my spirit away
Well I could've—I could've had religion
Ah this very old same day
But the whiskey and women would not
Let the poor boy pray—let the poor boy
Let the poor boy pray—let the poor boy
Let the poor—
Let the poor—
Let the poor boy pray
Well my mother
Told my father
Ah, about three months before I was born
She said I got a boy child coming, he's gonna be—
Gonna be a rolling stone—gonna be a rolling stone
Gonna be a rolling stone—gonna be a rolling stone
( Uncle Sinner )
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