G                               C               G
Well that James Dean he was a looker, and a rebel with no cause
        D                               C           G
I bet I'd look good in leather In a convertable car
                G                                     C         G
Now I'm streaming down the Highway puffing on a cigarett
        D                                                   C       D
but some things just don't add up when you check the arithmetic


        G                                  C            G
Well Hemmingway he's a Legend with the paper and the pen
        D                               C           G
I bet I could tell some stories with taht kind of lonelyness
        G                                  C    G
Now I'm sitting on a barstool in some far foreign town
        D                               C                  D
but some thngs just don't feel right when I put my money down



(Chorus)

     G
Oh i don't wanna be a rolling stone
        D
I want a nice warm bed to call my own
             C
I want to hang my hat kick off my shoes
      G             D       G
and come home night to you

        G
Well I don't want to ride some lonesome line
        D
I want a woman in that bed I can call just mine
            C
I want to lay my head and rest my bones
     G                  D          G
no I don't want to be a Rollin stone



(verse – same as other verses)
                G                               C               G
Well Mick he's a magician when you get him on the stage
        D                               C           G
I bet if I had darker sunglasses, I could move that way
                G                               C               G
Now I got myself a microphone and some pattent leather boots
        D                               C           G
but some things just don't seem right when you take a closer look


 (chorous)
     G
Oh i don't wanna be a rolling stone
        D
I want a nice warm bed to call my own
             C
I want to hang my hat kick off my shoes
      G             D       G
and come home night to you

        G
Well I don't want to ride some lonesome line
        D
I want a woman in that bed I can lie beside
            C
I want to lay my head and rest my bones
     G                  D          G
no I don't want to be a Rollin stone


     G
Oh i don't wanna be a rolling stone
        D
I want a nice warm bed to call my own
             C
I want to hang my hat kick off my shoes
      G             D       G
and  wake up every day to you

        G
Well I don't want to ride some lonesome line
        D
I want a woman in that bed I can call just mine
            C
I want tclose my eyes and rest my bones
     G                  D          G
no I don't want to be a Rollin stone