Barbara Mandrell - Rolling Stone lyrics

I don't want to tie you down With some lines spoken in sorrow With some hopes pinned on tomorrow You've got your bedroll and your guitar And there you are Ready to be alone - Rolling Stone I don't want the phone to ring I can't talk when I'm crying Your voice shakes when you're lying Saddle the wind and ride for the sun The way you run You'll never have a home - Rolling Stone But if you don't love what you've found Just remember the world is round And whatever rolls away Can always roll back home some day When you sleep beneath the sky With your coat making your pillow As the wind cries on the willows And your bed holds no tenderness Remember this You made it on your own - Rolling Stone - roll on