[Intro] [B7] [E] [Verse 1] As the [E]years roll on I tramp along be[F#]side them, never [B7]have no cares so never need to hide [E]them. From the sunny north down to the south I [A]roam,[F#] For I [B7]guess that I was born a rolling [E]stone. [Verse 2] Sometimes I settle down and the road forg[F#]ets me, Then the [B7]wanderlust comes on and...