The Stone Coyotes

You Got Rolled

The Stone Coyotes
The Stone Coyotes


Fistful of money

You just got paid

Friday night

You have it made

You walk alone

Don’t hear a sound

Next thing you know

You’re flat on the ground


You got rolled

You got rolled

You got jumped

You got rolled

Left you to cry out in the cold

Bled you dry – You got rolled


A travelin’ man

With a silver tongue

Said, “I have a potion

To keep you young”

She handed over

Her ruby ring

Looked in the mirror

And she heard him sing


There’s a phone call

Voice on the line

Says, “This won’t cost you

One thin dime

You’ll be on Easy Street

Gonna get rich quick”

They shook you down

You had your pocket picked