Bonamossa

I'm rollin' down the highway, knuckles whack, my eyes are red If I could drive my Cadillac, I might as well be dead Yeah, I just will soon be dead I'm jammin' at a trip, joinin' members, everybody look at me Think I'll play the blues like Barnabas, nasty filthy sleaze, nasty filthy sleaze The music on the island sounds like waspy rock and roll Well, hold the phone, here comes Rolling Stone They're weakly cheeky low, yeah, they're weakly cheeky low They're weakly cheeky low, they're weakly cheeky low They're weakly cheeky low, they're weakly cheeky low They're weakly cheeky low, they're weakly cheeky low They're weakly cheeky low, they're weakly cheeky low They're weakly cheeky low