Philosopher's Stone

Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone

I'm still searching for, searcing for my home

Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road

And my head is aching and my hands are cold

And I'm looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds

And I'm searching for and I'm searching for the philosopher's stone

And it's a hard road; it's a hard road, daddy oh

When my job is turning lead into gold

He was born in the back street, born in the back street, Jelly Roll

I'm on the road again and I'm searching for the philosopher's stone

Can you hear that engine

Woe can you hear that engine drone

Well I'm on the road again and I'm searching for,

Searching for the philosopher's stone

Up in the morning, up in the morning

When the streets are white with snow

It's a hard road; it's a hard road, daddy oh

Up in the morning, up in the morning, out on the job

Well you've got me searching for, searching for, the philosopher's stone

Even my best friends, even my best friends, they don't know

That my job is turning lead into gold

When you hear that engine, when you hear that engine drone

I'm on the road again and I'm searching for the philosopher's stone

It's a hard road, even my best friends, they don't know

And I'm searching for, searching for the philosopher's stone