These city lights, so bright, all start to look the same
Blind me from the memories of the place from whence I came
But everything I’ve seen and heard and felt does not compare
And take me at my word when I say I been everywhere

In the air, On the road, No place left for me to roam,
Tell the folks, ‘fore you know, I'll be coming on back home
Ho ho, Tired of being a rolling stone
Ho ho, This old bird's already flown

I floated into Amsterdam upon a wooden ship
I gambled down in Rotterdam and cashed in all my chips
They kicked me ‘cross the ocean to the town that never sleeps
Turns out if you play the game, you better play for keeps

In the air, On the road, No place left for me to roam,
Tell the folks, ‘fore you know, I'll be coming on back home
Ho ho, Tired of being a rolling stone
Ho ho, This old bird's already flown

I walked across New Mexico and all the Wild West
Oklahoma, Texas, Utah, I’ve seen all the rest

In the air, On the road, No place left for me to roam,
Tell the folks, ‘fore you know, I'll be coming on back home
Ho ho, Tired of being a rolling stone
Ho ho, This old bird's already flown
This old bird's already flown