Oh, he's always running wild and free
But he's always coming back to me
I'm never gonna try to tie him down
'Cause tomorrow he'll be gone again
So I'll watch him on the internet
Out playing his guitar to all the crowds
He comes and then he goes
Just like a Rolling Stone
I know he sings those songs just for me
And that's just how it goes
This story that I've told
We're just perfect, strange as it seems
He said, "Don't
Darling you don't need to cry
I'll be back by summertime to you
No, you don't
Need to miss me when I go
I've just got to hit the road
But I'll be right back to you, to you, to you
I'll be right back to you, to you, to you"
Oh, he's always running wild and free
But he's always coming back to me
I'm never gonna try to tie him down
'Cause tomorrow he'll be gone again
So I'll watch him on the internet
Out playing his guitar to all the crowds
He comes and then he goes
Just like a Rolling Stone
I know he sings those songs just for me
And that's just how it goes
This story that I've told
We're just perfect, strange as it seems
He said, "Don't
Darling you don't need to cry
I'll be back by summertime to you
No, you don't
Need to miss me when I go
I've just got to hit the road
But I'll be right back to you, to you, to you
I'll be right back to you, to you, to you"
(He said, "I'll be right back to you, to you, to you")
(He said, "I'll be right back to you, to you, to you")
(He said, "I'll be right back")