The Lord, he loves a rollin' stone He leads him around all the danger zones And helps him get on to where he's goin' Now, 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 In conversation is his prized possession On the road, the open road He stops to flag down 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 goodbyes Started walkin' down a new road