I was born a wild child in fear of the Holy Ghost
Raised on field holler with the spirit in my bones
I turned 15, I was lost to the PentecostI felt a woman′s breast and heard Sway by the Stones
Next thing you know Lord, I'm in the band
We come from East Texas, a river bottomland
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 n 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′
