Rolling the Chords lyrics

Rolling the chords on this old piano

Helps me get through the night

Then on guitar licks, I’ll do just one more mix

And everything will turn out right

Down on my back roads of Hollywood

Where life speaks of another time

I spend my nights recording my songs

And watching the world pass

Through rose-colored wine

A steel guitar can make me feel happy

Every time I hear it play

A country fiddle, a harp in the middle

Is bound to brighten up my day

Down on my back roads of Hollywood

Where life speaks of another time

I spend my nights recording my songs

And watching the world pass

Through rose-colored wine

Down on my back roads of Hollywood

Where life speaks of another time

I spend my nights recording my songs

And watching the world pass

Through rose-colored wine

And all my tomorrows

Are gonna be fine