Holy Roller Songtext
von The Blank Tapes

You got no age
You got no home
You wander everywhere
And ramble roaming always going
Always growing
You own nothing and have no name
What little change you have to go to
Changing your own mind
All the time
But they got no need for folky jokesters
Broken barely, paying off their dues
And the Holy Roller rolls away
The blues down to the holes inside his shoes
And in his soles


He′s a holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man
Got a beard so long goes on and on gets drowned in his tin can
And he dance all right, and he's still putting up a fight
When he drinks all night

He′s a holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man
Got a beard so long goes on and on gets drowned in his tin can
And he'll steal your pen, and he'll still wanna be your friend
Till the very end

Ooooh oh man, Ooooh oh man

He sings hobo songs
And he looks just like a leprechaun
And you don′t know what he′s on

He's a holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man
Got a beard so long goes on and on gets drowned in his tin can
He′s a holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man
Got a beard so long goes on and on gets drowned in his tin can
He's a holy roller rock and roller partly hobo man
Got a beard so long goes on and on gets drowned in his tin can

Oooooh oh man, Ooooh oh man