"Roll On" lyrics

Blue stocking from West Arizona
Sends all of her money back home
Working two jobs, just trying to pay rent
Four years of schooling and in debt up to her neck
She is America's dreamer
Copyright, Issue nine million and nine
Further on down this hole
I guess it's time for me to roll on

Johnny got his gun
Now he's on the third floor in the trauma ward
Well it sure looked good
Now they're passing the pill box
G.I. Bill
Now the I.V. drips
"Doc, just cross out my eyes
Cause I can't take this life anymore"
This world will spin on without me so
I think it's time for me to roll on

Twenty-six years at the corner store market
Usually takes the weekday night shift
Picking up from school, don't come to a full stop
Passing on his left, he gets flagged by a beat cop
"Let me see your papers
Son, I think you'd better come along with me"
If last resort if self-deport
I think it's time for me to roll on