On the sidewalk, the shitty sidewalk
I guess I'm glad I'm rolling off of my feet
On the sidewalk, the shitty sidewalk
Some noisy guy is saying something to me

I roll a straight line on the bus line
Naked behind a painted line
Over train tracks, over beer cans
Over blacktop soft beneath the sun

By the buildings, now the liquor store
I'm going inside, gonna get me a coke
It's end of work time, down at the liquor store
Guys cashing their checks, trying to buy coke

On the sidewalk, the shitty sidewalk
I guess I'm glad I'm rolling off of my feet
It's almost night and just might
Head to the strand down by the sea

Down at the edge, edge of the world
That's where I really want to be
And if I'm broke then I will cope
Just rolling around is fine with me

Just rolling around is fine with me
Just rolling around is fine with me

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHARLES THOMPSON