The Lord he loves a rolling stone
He leads around all the danger zones
And helps get on to where he´s going
He don´t ask for very much
A dream or two will always do
In a crises he makes sacrifices
The man who wears the freedom walk
And conversation is his prize possession
On the road the open road he stops to flag a diesel
A pre war mack offered him a ride and stone climbed into the cabin
That old bucket of bolts sure was a gas
Said his last goodbye Started walking down a new road