Robert Stanley: Music

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This is an autobiographical song about my life's journeys. No regrets for the road I took.

"ROLLIN' HOME"

Turned my back on a one-way track
Scraped off layers of old shellac.
Rotten beams, tore ‘em down.
Said “Go to hell, y’ol’ hellhound.”
Cuz I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ home.
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ home.

Started walkin’ down the way.
Gone five miles more than yesterday.
Cross a bridge , burn it down.
Cuttin’ off that hellhound.
And I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ home.
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ home.

I can smell a garden, sweetest flowers grow
Like when I was a child those many years ago.

Winter’s night has melted, spring, it fills the air,
Sun shines warmly down on me,
Feel it everywhere.

And I don’t regret a single word I’ve said,
And I won’t apologize for where I make my bed.
And I don’t care if I’ve walked a million miles;
If I walk a million more it’ll all be worthwhile.