I was born a wild child with the fear of the Holy Ghost
Raised on a field holler with the spirit in my bones
I turned 15, I was lost to the Pentecost
I felt a woman's breast and heard Sway by the Stones
Next thing you know, Lord, I’m in a band
We come from East Texas, that river bottom land
Harder than a Bois d'Arc tree, too drunk to stand
With cowboy hats and old guitars and Copenhagen cans
I'm gonna rock until I die, I’m gonna die rockin'
I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
Gonna die rockin’, gonna die rockin'
Gather 'round, you children, come on, take my hand
I’m gonna take you to a place and it ain't the Promised Land
It's got every thing you want, baby, but nothing's for sale
It’s a lost highway, it's a California hotel
It's where the ones who came before, they paid it with their lives
They gave their souls to rock and roll, I'm gonna rock until I die
I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
I'm gonna rock until I die, I'm gonna die rockin'
Gonna die rockin', gonna die rockin'
