be much poorer High and dry oh, what a way to go She left me standing here just high and dry High and dry well, I'm up here with no warnin' Yep High and dry
much poorer High and dry, oh, what a way to go She left me standin' here just high and dry High and dry, well, I'm up here with no warnin', yep High and dry
much poorer High and dry oh, what a way to go She left me standing here just high and dry High and dry well, I'm up here with no warnin' Yep High and dry
s gangster It's so fly baby it's thugged out and everybody looks so high Roll like a rock kid piles of blow did a million dollar nest and you hang at
how it used to be When the jester sang for the King and Queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while
Rolling River God Little Stones are smooth Only once the water passes through So I am a stone rough and grainy still Trying to reconcile this river's
the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so Now do you believe in rock and roll Can music save your mortal soul And
my time (Oh my) I'm going red and my tongue's getting tied (tongues's getting tied) I'm off my head and my mouth's getting dry. I'm high, But I try,
know the steez when I come through steamin my stones Through on eight floor studed it out cleanin my chrome I disinfect niggaz, wash 'em, rinse 'em and hang dry
still roll with game But lane changing slowly irritates the Fuck out of me comes my confusion my mind With images voices from my education Said to me he must be killed sticks And stones
The lights are on, the ships have gone I'm fine and dry and much to my relief I'm flying high, to beat the sky And one by one my blues pass underneath
my sails. And I cannot fail. Let the good times roll. Let the good times roll. (guitar solo) Let the good times roll. Let the good times roll. Let the good times roll
