Red Sovine Said

You're a rolling stone, a wayward soul,

Travelin' light you go;

Over the rise see the lights glow,

Soon your eyes you close.

Geese fly south, cold wind blows,

Western stars sinkin' low;

You know the score, been here before,

And you don't dance anymore.

Red Sovine said Son you better

Keep that dime, The road is dark

And you got nothin' but time.

And there's weather ahead,

And the lights are red,

And you can't count

On the storied dead.

The moon will sing and the night

Will bring all the day will refuse;

That's my bet or that's my threat,

Take it however you choose.

Red Sovine said....

You're a rolling stone, a pilgrim soul,

You make this journey alone;

You got no choice but you got your voice

If you want people to know.

Red Sovine said....