I woke up this morning Tryna remember what happened last night The last thing I recall I was banging my guitar Getting off in that center-stage light Now this truck stop looks familiar Yeah, I’m sure I’ve been here before The guy behind the counter keeps staring at me I hear him whisper as I walk out the door
Keep on rolling, I keep on riding I pull out every bit of my soul on this stage I keep on standing, I keep on falling Yeah, I keep thinking I’m gonna make a difference one of these days
Well, I met a man before the show tonight He said, “Girl, I wanna shake your hand” I just did two tours for the red, white, and blue In some desert land There was a woman in the front row She fought the crowd to come pass me a note It said, “I got three kids, did a bunch of overtime So I could be here at your show”
That’s why I keep on rolling, I keep on riding Yeah, I pull out every bit of my soul on this stage, oh yeah I keep on standing, I keep on falling Yeah, I keep thinking I’m gonna make a difference one of these days
Oh, I keep on rolling, I keep on riding Whoa, I pull out every bit of my soul on this stage, oh yeah I keep on standing, I keep on falling Yeah, I keep thinking I’m gonna make a difference one of these days Oh, and I keep thinking I’m gonna make a difference one of these days, alright I said I keep thinking I’m gonna make a difference one of these days
Ooh, come on now
Oh now, keep on rolling Ooh, keep on rolling Hey-hey, yeah