Texty:
Rolling Stones Black Limousine

me We used to shine, shine, shine, shine Say what a pair, say what a team We used to ride, ride, ride, ride, ride In a long black limousine Those dreams

me We used to shine, shine, shine, shine Say what a pair, say what a team We used to ride, ride, ride, ride In a long black limousine Those dreams

me We used to shine, shine, shine, shine Say what a pair, say what a team We used to ride, ride, ride, ride In a long black limousine Those dreams

at me We used to shine, shine, shine, shine Say what a pair, say what a team We used to ride, ride, ride, ride In a long black limousine Those dreams

me We used to shine, shine, shine, shine Say what a pair, say what a team We used to ride, ride, ride, ride In a long black limousine Those dreams

street looked kind of different. The paving stones were playing cards, and cried out as I skipped from the red to the black. Cracked a joke about the

brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones

Every night I stand around her door and wait for her to come by She lives in one of those brown-stones with the guard outside And the limousines and the Rolls

And then the people try to turn me back Publisher want my memoir And my limousines are black Can't you see the real me, rock and roll, rock and roll