I'm a Rolling Machine

[C]I met a[G] cam[C]el his name[G] was Joe
H[C]e asked for[G] a cigare[Em]tte knowing [C]full wel[D]l that I[G] roll my own
I said [C]"I li[G]ke drum[C] but I can't get[G] it no more"
Joe said "[C]You don't have [G]to tell me about [Em]the po[C]lit[D]ics I k[G]now the score"
Joe said "[C]I used to be s[G]omeb[C]ody then they to[G]ok it away
They sai[C]d I was[G] a killer bu[Em]t I [C]sw[D]ear I[G] was framed"
[C]And Joe said "By t[G]he[C] way how bou[G]t that smoke?
[C]I've been sucking [G]on everyb[Em]ody else's[C] old butts and I'm re[D]ady to choke"

[C]The tobacco is[G] lo[C]w and the filters[G] are gone
[C]And the papers are[G] Wrigley'[Em]s Spearmi[C]nt wrap[D]pers straight fr[G]om the floor
I don't need[Em] no one n[C]obody nee[D]ds me
[G]I'm a mu[Em]sician and[C] I work f[D]or free
I don't[G] have a [Em]diploma I don[C]'t have[D] a degree
But[G] I got som[Em]e Bugler and[C] a rolling[D] machine

I tipped my hat to Joe and Joe tipped his ash
And as he walked away I saw RJ branded right on his ass
I hang out at the bus stops and the all night diners
And the winding railroad tracks arguing with interior designers
'Cause that's what real men do that's where real men go
Especially when real men are running low on tobacco

I drink malt liquor and I eat toasted cheese
I float on the credit cards that introduce me to an introductory tease
But I'm going out on the road 'cause the road is where you go
The road's where you go when you need something that rhymes with freeload
I don't have any reasons I'm running short on my rhymes
But it doesn't matter the world is gonna end New Years Eve 1999