Paroles de Stone

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