Built to Roam Songtext
von Shakey Graves

This lazy living, yeah, it sure tastes good

Oh, let′s make a killing down in Hollywood

And buy ourselves some nice fancy home in the hills
Spend all our fancy old time, spending ten dollar bills

Da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da

Watch out 'cause here I come bored and lazy
Yeah, here I come, no dignity
Yeah, so long sad city of angels
You ain′t been very good to me

Yeah, you take that blood right from my body
Oh, you take them bones out of my spine
Yeah, so long sunny California
You ain't no friend of mine


So, New York City, yeah, I'll see you soon
Ooh, spend all my money on some elbow room

Yeah, wander around like I got some place fancy to go

Oh, I′m the king of Brooklyn for all you know

Watch out ′cause here I come bored and lazy
Yeah, here I come, just passing through
Oh, follow me beyond the mountain
Oh, howl at the old big moon

Yeah, strip them clothes right off your body
Dress your skin in sticks and stones
Doesn't matter where we′re headed

'Cause some of us were built
Some of us were built
Some of us were built to roam