Philosopher's Stone

Out on the highways and the by-ways, all alone

I'm still searchin' for, searchin' for my home

Up in the mornin', up in the mornin', out on the road

And my head is achin' and my hands are cold

And I'm lookin' for the silver linin', silver linin' in the clouds

And I'm searchin' for, and I'm searchin' for the philosopher's stone

And it's a hard road, it's a hard road daddy-o

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 searchin' for the philosopher's stone

Can you hear that engine?

Oh, can you hear that engine drone?

Well, I'm on the road again

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

Up in the mornin', up in the mornin'

When the streets are white with snow

It's a hard road, it's a hard road daddy-o

Up in the mornin', up in the mornin', out on the job

Well you've got my searchin' for, searchin' for the philosopher's stone

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

That my job is turnin' lead into gold

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

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

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

And I'm searchin' for, and I'm searchin' for the philosopher's stone