so farewell to my mom and my dad
so farewell to the streets and the church and the school
so farewell to you my girl
Yes I have to go to a place I know
from a dream that I had last night
so don’t share any tear for me my love
I’m a hopeless rolling stone
I grab my bag and all the things that I need to live
and I waved my mom goodbye
with my heat on my head and my harp in my mouth
I belong to streets again
Chorus
Got no goal got no job
got no money in my bag
but I’m happy as a child
I enjoy that life that I choose to belong
I’m a happy rolling stone