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 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 again and I'm searching for The philosophers 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 philosophers 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 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 again and I'm searching for The philosophers stone It's a hard road, even my best friends they don't know © EXILE PUBL LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com