Roll On by Son Volt
Smoke fills the dreams of the live gone lonely
Wait in line, pay the man you might see
John Barleycorn make his way among the dirty diamonds
Shared ground and common radar
Honky tonks and biker bars
Finding worth in this world from inside a rental car
Roll on with the dreamers, believers in the steel eyed soul
The blessing is counted when the deal goes down
So on and on we roll
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