I Roll My Own
Woodbox GangVersion1
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I was sitting at the bus stop one afternoon
A man was standing there shaped like a balloon
He asked if he could bum a smoke
I said the rolling machine is broke
He looked at me like I was from the moon
He said "You're the strangest man I've known
I don't know anybody who still rolls their own"
I said "Me I roll my own
I don't take them as they come
You can have the others if you want them
Twenty dollars on the dozen
And they'll just disappear one by one"
I had a girl once try to redecorate my house
So I had to ask the cat who asked the mouse
If we need a set of doilies here
Some pink white frilly curtains there
And if we should take the trash out
It seems the only way to be king in your home
Is to find a spot and pitch your own
If I am hungry and out on the road
Just give me a single scrambled egg to go
And a cup of boiling water mama
In the name of the Dhali Lama
There ain't no use in packing such a load
You can have your filet mignon
But if I want a fancy beast I'll shoot my own
If I am walking drunk and get hit by a train
Barely kicking and in a good deal of pain
I am hoping you will pull the plug
Before you even hook my up
And maybe just help me on my feet again
And you'll run fetch me a shovel and a stone
For just as in my life in death I'll dig my own
The folks at the bus stop started turning their heads to me
Some took some interest in my philosophy
They'd been scratching fingers at their heads
At the words that I had said
Thinking maybe something to it besides insanity
People are always looking for some way to be free
And freedom can be just a better way to breathe
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Readable chord sheet for I Roll My Own by Woodbox Gang
I was[F] sitting at the b[G]us stop one [C]afternoon A man wa[F]s standing the[G]re shaped like [C]a balloon He[F] asked if he cou[G]ld bum a smoke I [C]said the rolling m[Am]achine is broke He[F] looked at me like I was from t[G]he moon He said [F]"You're the strangest man I'[G]ve known I[F] don't know anybody w[G]ho still rolls their own" I said [F]"Me[G] I rol[C]l my own [F]I don't[G] take them as th[C]ey come You can[F] have the othe[G]rs if you want them [C]Twenty dollars [Am]on the dozen And[F] they'll just disappear one [G]by one" I had a girl once try to redecorate my house So I had to ask the cat who asked the mouse If we need a set of doilies here Some pink white frilly curtains there And if we should take the trash out It seems the only way to be king in your home Is to find a spot and pitch your own If I am hungry and out on the road Just give me a single scrambled egg to go And a cup of boiling water mama In the name of the Dhali Lama There ain't no use in packing such a load You can have your filet mignon But if I want a fancy beast I'll shoot my own If I am walking drunk and get hit by a train Barely kicking and in a good deal of pain I am hoping you will pull the plug Before you even hook my up And maybe just help me on my feet again And you'll run fetch me a shovel and a stone For just as in my life in death I'll dig my own The folks at the bus stop started turning their heads to me Some took some interest in my philosophy They'd been scratching fingers at their heads At the words that I had said Thinking maybe something to it besides insanity People are always looking for some way to be free And freedom can be just a better way to breathe