Rolling Down The Rising Sun Lyrics

We've all been here before

Still got the t-shirt, and I sleep on your ceiling

Bringing it up in your car

You've still got my jacket, it left my girlfriend reeling

Dry my eyes, hold me close

Remind me of the things that matter the most

And dry my eyes and hold me close

Remind me of the things that matter the most

Wish we were

Rolling down the rising sun again

I won't write us off just yet

Sometimes I dig up things that I know will make you bite

For the rest I'll let you keep me right

Coming on up to their walls

On Sunday morning, we relive everything

I poured out my soul, and you never told

We're brothers in arms, and we always will be

Dry my eyes, hold me close

Remind me of the things that matter the most

And dry my eyes and hold me close

Remind me of the things that matter the most

Wish we were

Rolling down the rising sun again

I won't write us off just yet

Sometimes I dig up things that I know will make you bite

For the rest I'll let you keep me right

Dry my eyes and hold me close

Remind me of the things that matter the most

And dry my eyes and hold me close

Remind me of the things that matter the most

Dry my eyes and hold me close

Remind me of the things that matter the most

Dry my eyes and hold me close

Remind me of the things that matter the most

Rolling down the rising sun again

Well I won't write us off just yet

Sometimes I dig up things that I know will make you bite

For the rest I'll let you keep me right