Sweat rollin down my hands and face, Big fan on the screen porch turnin', Cat looking for a hiding place, Sun's sinking but the fire's still burnin', Music playin' a few doors down I'm drawn to the sound, It's just too hot to sleep I walk restless to the

I'm a raging fire, you're my hearts desire I'm a raging fire, your my hearts desire Nights falling on me like a big black coat Staring through the window at the empty cold Thick white smoke rolling off my lips My chest feeling heavy like a cannon ball

Readymade, readymade And if I give to you my second sight And if I stay the course I'll stay the night Come get it Steady as the rhythm rolls And this is how the story goes Baby oughta celebrate And now it's time to deviate

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana Halfway 'bout to New Orleans Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease Check my life there at the border

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Because it's the last ride ever gonna That I'm ever gonna

I hear the train a comin' It's rollin' 'round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine Since, I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a-rollin' On down to San Antone When I was just a baby

Hold up 'cause I gotta hop in my whip You ain't on the list, gotta do better than this, aye Diamonds dance and twist, that yellow banana split, aye How your Rollie tick? Need to get rid of your wrist I'm in the Bentley, aye You can come see me, aye Let's

I hear the train a comin' It's rollin' 'round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine Since, I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a-rollin' On down to San Antone When I was just a baby

High voltage rock 'n' roll High voltage, high voltage I said high Well you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear And you ask me why I grow my hair And you ask me why I'm in a band I dig doin' one night stands And you want to see me do my thing All you gotta do

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't