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Out on the highways, and the by-ways, all a-lone.
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, and I'm searching for,
The philosophers 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 a-gain, and I'm searching for,
The philosophers stone.
Can you hear that engine,
Woah can you hear that, engine drone?
I'm on the road a-gain, and I'm searching for,
The philosophers stone.
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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 philosophers 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 a-gain, and I'm searching for,
The philosophers stone.
It's a hard road,
Even my best friends, they don't know.
And I'm searching for, searching for, the philosophers stone.
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