Twisted Road - Neil Young, Crazy Horse

First time I heard «Like A Rolling Stone»

I felt that magic and took it home

Gave it a twist and made it mine

But nothing was as good as the very first time

Poetry rolling off his tongue

Like Hank Williams chewing bubble gum

Asking me, «how does it feel?»

First time I heard «Like A Rolling Stone»

I felt that magic and took it home

Walking with the devil on a twisted road

Listen to the dead on the radio

That old time music used to soothe my soul

If I ever get home I’m gonna let the good times roll

Let the good times roll

Flying down a road in a dream of mine

To a late tour, through a state of mind

Singing in the place where I first saw Roy

Playing that place gave me so much joy

Brand new tune with familiar chords

Flashbulbs poppin' at the stage door

All the time looking for something new

Singing in the place where I first saw Roy

Playing that place gave me so much joy

Walking with the devil on a twisted road

Listen to the dead on the radio

That old time music used to soothe my soul

If I ever get home I’m gonna let the good times roll

Let the good times roll

Walking with the devil on a twisted road

Listen to the dead on the radio

That old time music used to soothe my soul

If I ever get home I’m gonna let the good times roll

Let the good times roll

Let the good times roll

Let the good times roll

Let the good times roll