Rolling Stone
Villebillies Lyrics

I'm a rolling stone, rolling along, trying to find my way, so many things to see so many places yet to be
I am a wanderer looking for my place in this world, exploring the numerous opportunities and experiences that are waiting for me.

and this rolling stone is far from home, no cash no clothes no where to go, and he's living day by day
As a traveling person with no fixed address, I am always far from my roots and have to survive on the day-to-day struggles of living.

The world just keeps on turning, and the band still plays along, while the women just smile, as the boys get wild, dance around to the same ol' song
The world is an ever-changing place, but life goes on regardless. People, especially women, observe and enjoy the wildness and carefree nature of men's behavior, set to an age-old tune.

drinking whiskey out the bottle, lord forgive me I'm drunk again, so I'm a have another chase, then I leave this place guess I'll meet you in the end
I drink my sorrows away and forget my problems, knowing fully well that it won't solve anything. But instead of facing reality, I drink more and escape to the next destination, hoping that fate will lead me to where I need to be eventually.

Where I'm headed I don't know, with a pint of old crow, but either way it goes, I just know I'm on the road
I don't have a fixed plan or destination in mind, but I let life and fate guide me while carrying my flask of whiskey. But I know one thing for sure: I am a traveler on the road.

see I'm a country city boy, where I end up I don't care, its hot up in the summer so I'm shaving my hair, now where its at it doesn't matter baby that's ok, just as long as liquor flows and them b@#$%^ got blazed and these could be our last days, lets make em last, not to worry about the future reminisce in the past
I am just myself, with a mix of country and city roots, and I don't have any specific destination in mind. I adapt to any situation, even cutting my hair short in hot summer. As long as we have a good time with alcohol and weed, even if these moments are our last, we should make them count and enjoy life as it comes, without worrying about the future, rather focusing on past memories.

Wasted, jaded, but on the road again, strayin just prayin to make it to the end, moving not choosing which way I wanna go but I'm still a rolling stone
I am a tired, disillusioned person on this endless journey, struggling to reach the end. Although I don't choose a direction, I keep moving, never stopping, because that's what my life has become -- roaming aimlessly.

It's a hickory tree that shivers is perched under, the cities that Ive seen became ambition to hunger, the bridge that I breached I had to conquer from under, and everthing everything else is just lovely, good time'n moonshinin but moods change, just a bunch of billie rednecks doin their damn thing, tryin to find a hole in the wall, a place to hide, with a guitar strapped to my back ready to ride
I sit under a hickory tree that shudders because of the wind, as a metaphor for my tumultuous life. The cities and experiences I have encountered only fed my hunger for more, making me more determined to overcome any obstacles in my way. Despite the fun times and drinking, life can take sudden turns, but I still carry on, being a typical redneck having fun and trying to survive. I look for a hideaway, my escape, with my guitar always handy, ready for the next adventure.

I'm a rolling stone, rolling along, trying to find my way, so many things to see so many places yet to be, and this rolling stone is far from home, no cash no clothes no where to go, and he's living day by day
This chorus repeats the same theme of constantly searching for one’s place in life while being a nomad with no fixed home, financial condition, or direction, just wandering through life.