Wild Rivers - Rolling stone

^CI wanna ^Gbe a rolling s^Amtone ^CRolling 'til the ^Gland don't touch the ^Amsky ^CTaken on my ^Gway by the wind that ^Amblows ^FSailing to the ^Gsun for a thousand ^Cmiles

I'm the ^Fright ^Ctaste to the ^Fwrong ^Cbite I'm a l^Fover mostly when the ^Gtime is right ^FI'm my own ^Amrule I'm a ^Gcoward, I'm a ^Amfool I'm a ^Fbuilder but I cannot ^Gtear apart Curse my ^Cstubborn heart

^CMomma did you ^Ghear I'm coming ^Amhome ^CI'd love to find a ^Gplace where I can ^Amlay ^CThe well's run dry ^GThe gardens ^Amovergrown ^FI'll help as best I ^Gcan before Ju^Cly

I'm a p^Fhone ^Cring on a ^Fcold ^Cnight I'm the ^Fwrong choices never ^Gworth the fight ^FI'm a hard ^Amrain I'm a ^Gsinner, I'm a s^Amaint I'm the ^Fwise words I only ^Gtook in part Curse my ^Cstubborn heart