Philosopher's Stone

Out on the highways and the by-ways, all alone I'm still searching for, searching 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, searching 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 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-o 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, 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 sarching for, searching for, The Philosopher's Stone