The Cover of the Rolling Stone - Corb Lund, Hayes Carll

Well, we’re big rock singers

We got golden fingers

And we’re loved everywhere we go

We sing about beauty

And we sing about truth

For a hundred thousand dollars a show

We take all kinds of pills

That give us all kind of thrills

But the thrill we’ll never know

Is the thrill that’ll get you

When you get your picture

On the cover of The Rolling Stone

Gonna see my picture on the cover (Rolling Stone)

I’m gonna buy five copies for my mother (Stone)

I’m gonna see my smilin' face (Stone)

On the cover of The Rolling Stone

I got a freaky old lady

Name o' Cocaine Kitty

Who embroiders on my jeans

I got my poor ol' grey-haired daddy

Drivin' my limousine

Well it’s all designed

To blow our minds

But our minds won’t ever be blown

Like the blow that’ll get ya

When you get your picture

On the cover of The Rolling Stone

Gonna see my picture on the cover (Rolling Stone)

I’m gonna buy five copies for my mother (Stone)

I’m gonna see my smilin' face (Stone)

On the cover of The Rolling Stone

We got a lot of little thirty-something blue eyed groupies

Who’ll do anything we say

We got a genuine Indian guru

Who’s teaching us a better way

We got all the friends that money can buy

So we’ll never have to be alone

And we keep gettin' richer

But we can’t get our picture

On the cover of The Rolling Stone

Gonna see my picture on the cover (Rolling Stone)

I’m gonna buy five copies for my mother (Stone)

I’m gonna see my smilin' face (Stone)

On the cover of The Rolling Stone

The cover of The Rolling Stone

Gonna see my picture on the cover (Rolling Stone)

I’m gonna buy five copies for my brother (Stone)

I’m gonna see my smilin' face (Stone)

On the cover of The Rolling Stone