I'm rolling
We're rolling.
And we're rolling, we're rolling, we're rolling downhill
And we're rolling....downhill
Weaving through the southern roads,
to feel again.
Just for a harvest moon or so
no pig in a pen.
And we're rolling, we're rolling, we're rolling...downhill
And I like it, I like it, I like you...more still
Gather round to watch the hand fasting,
drinking our mead.
Saw you dancing to the violin,
my spirit was free
I was rolling, rolling rolling...downhill.
And I liked it, I liked it, I like you...more still
Why don't we just keep on driving?
Never return, never return.
Why don't we just keep on driving?
Never return, never return.
So weaving through the southern roads,
and we feel again.
Just for a harvest moon or so,
no pig in a pen
And we're rolling, we're rolling, we're rolling...downhill again.
And I like it, I like it, I like you...more still
more still