Band: Woodbox Gang I Roll My Own VERSE 1 F G C I was sitting at the bus stop one afternoon F G C A man was standing there shaped like a balloon F G He asked if he could bum a smoke C Am I said the rolling machine is broke F G He looked at me like I was from the moon F G He said "You're the strangest man I've known F G I don't know anybody who still rolls their own" Chorus F G C I said "Me I roll my own F G C I don't take them as they come F G You can have the others if you want them C Am Twenty dollars on the dozen F G And they'll just disappear one by one" VERSE 2 I had a girl once try to redecorate my house So I had to ask the cat who asked the mouse If we need a set of doilies here Some pink white frilly curtains there And if we should take the trash out It seems the only way to be king in your home Is to find a spot and pitch your own VERSE 3 If I am hungry and out on the road Just give me a single scrambled egg to go And a cup of boiling water mama In the name of the Dhali Lama There ain't no use in packing such a load You can have your filet mignon But if I want a fancy beast I'll shoot my own VERSE 4 If I am walking drunk and get hit by a train Barely kicking and in a good deal of pain I am hoping you will pull the plug Before you even hook my up And maybe just help me on my feet again And you'll run fetch me a shovel and a stone For just as in my life in death I'll dig my own VERSE 5 The folks at the bus stop started turning their heads to me Some took some interest in my philosophy They'd been scratching fingers at their heads At the words that I had said Thinking maybe something to it besides insanity People are always looking for some way to be free And freedom can be just a better way to breathe