When I was a kid down on the farm back home Just wanted to leave and make out on my own Chasing a rainbow pot of gold over the hill And down the road Where the new day takes me, I don't know A rolling stone will gather no moss, but who wants moss? A rolling stone will gather up friends and they matter most A rolling stone will get no rest rolling east and rolling west But who wants moss on this old rolling stone? I know I'm called rolling stone, but I don't care I'm content to hang my hat up anywhere Sticks and stones may break my bones But words can't hurt this rolling stone They've all been said before so long ago A rolling stone will gather no moss, but who wants moss? A rolling stone will gather up friends and they matter most A rolling stone will get no rest rolling east and rolling west But who wants moss on this old rolling stone? A rolling stone will gather no moss, but who wants moss? A rolling stone will gather up friends and they matter most A rolling stone will get no rest rolling east and rolling west But who wants moss on this old rolling stone?