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   He lets his eyes do all the talk   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   She moaned and groaned like    An old truck do in south bend Indiana   Stone got out at the crossroads   Said his last goodbye   Started walking down a new road