Standard (EADGBE)

 Well that James Dean he was a looker, and a rebel with no cause

 I bet I'd look good in leather In a convertable car

 Now I'm streaming down the Highway puffing on a cigarett

 but some things just don't add up when you check the arithmetic

 Well Hemmingway he's a Legend with the paper and the pen

 I bet I could tell some stories with taht kind of lonelyness

 Now I'm sitting on a barstool in some far foreign town

 but some thngs just don't feel right when I put my money down

(Chorus)

 Oh i don't wanna be a rolling stone

 I want a nice warm bed to call my own

 I want to hang my hat kick off my shoes

 and come home night to you

 Well I don't want to ride some lonesome line

 I want a woman in that bed I can call just mine

 I want to lay my head and rest my bones

 no I don't want to be a Rollin stone

(verse – same as other verses)

 Well Mick he's a magician when you get him on the stage

 I bet if I had darker sunglasses, I could move that way

 Now I got myself a microphone and some pattent leather boots

 but some things just don't seem right when you take a closer look

(chorous)

 Oh i don't wanna be a rolling stone

 I want a nice warm bed to call my own

 I want to hang my hat kick off my shoes

 and come home night to you

 Well I don't want to ride some lonesome line

 I want a woman in that bed I can lie beside

 I want to lay my head and rest my bones

 no I don't want to be a Rollin stone

 Oh i don't wanna be a rolling stone

 I want a nice warm bed to call my own

 I want to hang my hat kick off my shoes

 and wake up every day to you

 Well I don't want to ride some lonesome line

 I want a woman in that bed I can call just mine

 I want tclose my eyes and rest my bones

 no I don't want to be a Rollin stone