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′