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All my friends are stray cats and dogs
And crying little kids;
Lonely men, abandoned women
Living on the skids.

Oh but, that doesn't make me bad
It just makes me a trifle sad
Because I haven't anybody
To call my own.

I guess that's part of being a rolling stone.

But if I had it all to do
One more time again
I'd ask if I could have it back
And share it with my friends.
That's the kind of stranger that I am.

Country roads and city sidewalks;
Places left to see.
Vagabond kings and gypsy queens
Have reasons to be free.

But freedom may soon be gone
And so I got to travel on
Even if I've got to
Make it on my own

I guess I'll live and die a rolling stone.

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from The Forgotten Sons of Steel River, released November 30, 2011

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Nicholas Rowe Columbus, Ohio

"One of the most interesting in indie folk today… a singer to watch closely for years to come." - MEDIUM

"Fans of artists like Conor Oberst and Father John Misty will find a lot to love here, and the artist’s blend of personality and classic, folksy appeal breathes a tonne of life into the genre." - CLOUT

NICHOLAS ROWE is an indie alt-folk singer-songwriter with a brooding, folksy style.
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