Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

 I was sitting at the bus stop one afternoon

 A man was standing there shaped like a balloon

 He asked if he could bum a smoke

 I said the rolling machine is broke

 He looked at me like I was from the moon

 He said "You're the strangest man I've known

 I don't know anybody who still rolls their own"

Chorus

 I said "Me I roll my own

I don't take them as they come

 You can have the others if you want them

Twenty dollars on the dozen

 And they'll just disappear one by one"

Verse 2

I had a girl once try to redecorate my house

So I had to ask the cat who asked the mouse

If we need a set of doilies here

Some pink white frilly curtains there

And if we should take the trash out

It seems the only way to be king in your home

Is to find a spot and pitch your own

Verse 3

If I am hungry and out on the road

Just give me a single scrambled egg to go

And a cup of boiling water mama

In the name of the Dhali Lama

There ain't no use in packing such a load

You can have your filet mignon

But if I want a fancy beast I'll shoot my own

Verse 4

If I am walking drunk and get hit by a train

Barely kicking and in a good deal of pain

I am hoping you will pull the plug

Before you even hook my up

And maybe just help me on my feet again

And you'll run fetch me a shovel and a stone

For just as in my life in death I'll dig my own

Verse 5

The folks at the bus stop started turning their heads to me

Some took some interest in my philosophy

They'd been scratching fingers at their heads

At the words that I had said

Thinking maybe something to it besides insanity

People are always looking for some way to be free

And freedom can be just a better way to breathe